I work down here
On the floor
And that is where
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 swirling to the sky
Soak me in a thunderstorm and leave me out to dry

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

Well i sleep
Like a dog
Every sound
Scares me to waking
Just want to be
A quiet song
Puts you to sleep
Without shaking

From the cars flying by
And the ashes swirling to the sky
Take me to the lightning storm and leave me out to fry

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

Copyright: Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): JAMES WILBUR, JONATHAN WURSTER, LAURA BALLANCE, RALPH MC CAUGHAN