The Floorboards Are Breathing کے بول

You pulled the hammer from the cupboard In the Sunday best you’d wear You spoke your vows into a bottle Stalked his footsteps up the stairs There’s no living in the present We are alive beyond repair Blanking at your own reflection Despondent as you stare You pulled the hammer from the cupboard Filled your ashtray up with prayer You hid your bruises in the plaster With a brand new cross to bear Pour your heart across the floorboards, too broken to care Your hands, they trembled Clutched around your ticket out There’s no resemblance of the face you used to know So pour your heart across the floorboards, too broken to care Nails, nails, nails everywhere Nails, nails everywhere Nails, nails, nails everywhere Nails, nails everywhere