On the Floor

I work down here, on the floor
 That is rare, you can find me
 I'm not alone, but I'm not sure
 Think I'm just looking for something to blind me
 To the cars flying by
 And the ashes swerve into the sky
 So create a thunderstorm
 And leave me out to drive
 Until there's nothing left
 Of the weight on your chest
 And I am just a feather
 Floating on your breath in the morning
 When there's nothing left
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 Well, I sleep like a dog
 Every sound scares me to waking
 I just wanna be the quiet sound
 Puts you to sleep without shaking
 Oh, from the cars flying by
 When the ashes swerve into the sky
 Take me to the lightning storm
 And leave me out to thrive
 Until there's nothing left
 Of the weight on your chest
 And I am just a feather
 Floating on your breath in the morning
 Oh, in the morning
 When there's nothing left
 Of the weight on your chest
 And you don't ever have to guess
 And I am just a feather
 Floating on your breath
 When there's nothing left