I work down here, on the floor That is rare, 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 swerve into the sky So create a thunderstorm And leave me out to drive 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 I just wanna be the quiet sound Puts you to sleep without shaking Oh, from the cars flying by When the ashes swerve into the sky Take me to the lightning storm And leave me out to thrive 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