Through the Floor - Edwin McCain

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