The Working Title The 2nd Floor Lyrics:
On this level there is mystery, no one's around
and I can't open the glorious door. This room is
squeezing me and I know I'm leaving with
everything mixed up in my head and I know we're
leaving with everything we know left unsaid as if
we knew nothing and not a word escapes our lips.
This stairwell threatens to spit me out so I'm
waiting to thank you for being beautiful. Too man
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times I drive away with my heart still sitting in
the door and my foot filling my mouth. Simple
goodbyes are choked out and this train ride tastes
of bitter and sweet. More time with myself than
with you just means I have to make you out of
something artificial like the scenery that flies
by and taunts me to break this glass and jump into
a word that will hold me and never let me go.
Several times I find myself wishing for this train
to end, releasing me into heaven far away, far
from you leaving me to thank you.
Lyrics: The 2nd Floor, The Working Title [end]