Edwin McCain Through The Floor
Bathed in sunlight woke from dreams of murderous intention Pursued by dogs and men and things I'm just too scared to mention And the first thing that I think of are her sympathetic eyes That see with only positive emotion And she talks of being grumpy, but I know that grumpy's not her style And I soak up all her beauty 'cause I'm only here awhile And I muddle through my docket, nestle in the pocket Just sit back and think about the world And the only thing I see when she's looking back at me Is the promise of how life could be And as I wrote my chest got tight for her I know that I'm not right for her and I couldn't live if I ever caused her pain But at least I have a message that I can leave that tells her of this spin inside My gears turning, I'm still learning to trust myself But at least I've told her of this difficult good-bye Seven minutes before I'm leaving and now my chest is heaving I just can't go like I did before And tomorrow I'll be miles away and dreaming That she hears my voice floating through the floor
