Off the Floor - Arcane Roots

A simple turn of phrase

A million miles, a million days

All I need’s a space upon your floor

Sing out for change

And feed all the news to the poor

We fall down the same

But when you’re done, pick me up off the floor

When you’re done, pick me up off the floor

I hear them turning the lock and thread

And creeping in to your home

Just to tell you where to stand

Watching

Sing out for change

And feed all the news to the poor

We fall down the same

When you’re done, pick me up off the floor

And when you’re done, pick me up off the floor

When you’re done, pick me up off the floor

So can you feel it?

We’re moving it all for the end

We are revolting, we are revolting

And all the little pieces falling they kill me before I caught you

Sing out for change

And feed all the news to the poor

We fall down the same

When you’re done, pick me up off the

Sing out for change

And feed all the news to the poor

We fall down the same

When you’re done, pick me up off the floor

And when you’re done, pick me up off the floor

When you’re done, pick me up off the floor

When you’re done, pick me up off the floor