7th Floor - Cody Jinks

From the 7th floor window sometimes I swear I see it all

From which way the wind blows to how we’re all bound to fall

It doesn’t make much sense, the crazy things I do

Under the influence of the pain that I’ve been through

To get to you

It’s what I do

To get to you

I shook hands with deception when I saw through their empty eyes

I broke bread with the burdens of everything that I despise

Dug my own graves and I’ve thrown caution to the wind

Become a slave to the wicked ways of men

To get to you

It’s what I do

To get to you

It’s what I do

To get to you

I wish I hadn’t waged the wars on weakness of my fears

But it was worth the wait just to be standing here

Singing to the heavens as they fill up my mind

Standing on the 7th floor of everything I left behind

To get to you

It’s what I do

To get to you

It’s what I do

To get to you

It’s what I do

To get to you

It’s what I do

To get to you

It’s what I do

To get to you

It’s what I do

To get to you

From the 7th floor window sometimes I swear I see it all

From which way the wind blows to how we’re all bound to fall