The Floor - Ty Segall

It speaks like the …

Cause he is undone … all

Just … through the… of war

Speaking the same

Still leaning on… might fall

…no more, no more

It’s a still …

And we’re slipping on bed of rose

…await my thoughts … more

… I take, outside the demons haunt

We … never call the floor

Bring the … right here, bring the … right here

Bring the … right here.