The Taste of the Floor

	作曲 : Flynn, Have Heart
	The taste of the floor reminds me of the skin
	That leaves me in oceans of my soul
	Without a shore.
	So alone,
	So we'll hold
	Those barren bodies
	Beret of any soul
	To get back what
	The “middle of the nights” stole:
	The forgotten feeling of feeling whole.
	But the loneliness
	Of our togetherness
	Creates an empty nest
	For the emptiness
	Freezing in this chest.
	So can you make me feel good?
	Me me feel complete?
	Help me return to a dream of a love
	Worth more than
	Dirt and meat.

	zuò qǔ : Flynn, Have Heart
	The taste of the floor reminds me of the skin
	That leaves me in oceans of my soul
	Without a shore.
	So alone,
	So we' ll hold
	Those barren bodies
	Beret of any soul
	To get back what
	The " middle of the nights" stole:
	The forgotten feeling of feeling whole.
	But the loneliness
	Of our togetherness
	Creates an empty nest
	For the emptiness
	Freezing in this chest.
	So can you make me feel good?
	Me me feel complete?
	Help me return to a dream of a love
	Worth more than
	Dirt and meat.