Off the Floor (Fade)

A simple turn of phrase

A million mouths, a million days

All i need is 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?

I hear them turning the lock and thread

They're creeping into to your home

Just to tell you where to stand

They're watching

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?

So can you feel it we're moving it over the air?

We are revolting

And all the little pieces falling are counting the price of your head

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?