Cold Floor

When you're looking at the past and you've wasted all your time can't feel so bad if you make it out alive, I see that no one's left to say…

How's if feel when you're making things worse, high as a kite but you're leaving in a hearse, now I can see that no one's left to say…

I don't know what you've been told

But I've been sleeping on a cold floor

And I don't know what's left to say

You're the reason I went insane.

Can't feel so good if you're feeling so down

When you're running from the past now you're running out of town, I see that no one's left to say… how does it feel when you're making things worse, try as you might how could hell be any worse? Now I can see that no one's left to say…

And I don't know what you've been told