Floors

There's something in my head Its reaching for you But I can't seem to get my arms to move closer, closer to you You're covered in my colors I'm covered in your skin You look just like an angel But you speak of, you speak like sin And I am under the impression That you think I sleep And her cheeks are turning red From what she cannot see The tide is rolling in now Crawl back in your sheets You can't seem to keep your head above the water, right next to me And I am under the impression That you think I sleep And her cheeks are turning red From what she cannot see