Off The Floor

Intro: A simple turn of phrase A million mouths, a million days All I need's 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 When you're done, pick me up off the floor I hear them turning the lock and thread And creeping in to your home Just to tell you where to stand Watching Sing out for change And feed all the news to the poor We fall down the same When you're done, pick me up off the floor And when you're done, pick me up off the floor 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, 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 When you're done, pick me up off the floor And when you're done, pick me up off the floor When you're done, pick me up off the floor