SSRIs - Weathered Floor Lyrics
The lamp shines on the floorexposing cracks and imprints of dirtand the wood breathes crevicesand the floor boards reluctantlystay in the familybeneath it all hides nothingand his brother, and his sisterand we keep thinking about each otherand the floor gets thinnerand the room gets dimmeri keep changingso call me the weatheri keep changingso call me the weatherdry biscuits, coffee, tea, whatever…i keep changingso call me the weather.