Tile Floors,
300 Miles was just far enough
To never live up to what won't fix itself
It's not enough, no it's never enough
To give and to take. To sit and to wait
When it all just feels the same
Has it started to feel like home?
So afraid of calling it so
Seldom doses of security and minor growth
Has started to feel lonesome?
So afraid of admitting it as so
All bottled up, and disguised so no one could ever know
I'd blame myself for always wanting more
But first impressions are nothing behind closed doors Whats more to expect from your face to the floorboard
Than the color of the tile floor
The only thing that you deserve
Is a mirror with a hand to hold
A perfect reflection of your perception of God and love
If time is all it takes I'd rip the hands
From every clock just to never feel a thing
Perfect paintings still fall down
Some things just don't work out
Perfect paintings still fall down
And some things just fall apart
If time is all it takes I'd rip the hands
From every clock to never feel a thing
Pride's a crutch. Grief's not enough
Give up the ghost; or just grow up
Miles away; Empty apartment and beds
My wasted effort on things just not meant to mend
The perfect color of the tile floor
We'd always a**ume the worst
The perfect color of the tile floor
The perfect shade of black and gray
The perfect picture of you and him
300 Miles was just far enough
To never live up to what won't fix itself
It's not enough, no it's never enough
To give and to take. To sit and to wait
When it all just feels the same
Has it started to feel like home?
So afraid of calling it so
Seldom doses of security and minor growth
Has started to feel lonesome?
So afraid of admitting it as so
All bottled up, and disguised so no one could ever know
I'd blame myself for always wanting more
But first impressions are nothing behind closed doors Whats more to expect from your face to the floorboard
Than the color of the tile floor
The only thing that you deserve
Is a mirror with a hand to hold
A perfect reflection of your perception of God and love
If time is all it takes I'd rip the hands
From every clock just to never feel a thing
Perfect paintings still fall down
Some things just don't work out
Perfect paintings still fall down
And some things just fall apart
If time is all it takes I'd rip the hands
From every clock to never feel a thing
Pride's a crutch. Grief's not enough
Give up the ghost; or just grow up
Miles away; Empty apartment and beds
My wasted effort on things just not meant to mend
The perfect color of the tile floor
We'd always a**ume the worst
The perfect color of the tile floor
The perfect shade of black and gray
The perfect picture of you and him