Floor Pile 歌词

I stood inside your pool in some palm setting reel A picture on a screen there sat you and me And i comb the wire for a lock of papier-mache I build a tower for you to portray You let go of my hand and acted like we never touched Like some harbour a ship never brushed I am the floor pile walk over me My light has grown tired paint over me All at once i just can't abide i fear On the cobble swims a king with a hearty smile