Verse
Concrete cold beneath the soles of my shoes
Speaker stack is shaking loose the static news
Elbows brushing strangers turning into crew
Bass line finds the pulse and pulls me through
Pre-Chorus
Something in my chest is climbing high
Losing every reason, losing every why
Count it down, the room is catching fire
Chorus
I found my feet on the floor
Don't need nothing more
Hands up till the walls dissolve
I found my feet on the floor
Found my feet on the floor
Every light becomes the sun
We won't stop till the night is done
I found my feet on the floor
Verse
Sweat and smoke are painting silver on the crowd
Voices climbing, blending into something loud
Four in the morning feels like six p.m.
Nobody's checking watches, we don't need them
Pre-Chorus
Something in my chest is climbing high
Losing every reason, losing every why
Count it down, the room is catching fire
Chorus
I found my feet on the floor
Don't need nothing more
Hands up till the walls dissolve
I found my feet on the floor
Found my feet on the floor
Every light becomes the sun
We won't stop till the night is done
I found my feet on the floor
Bridge
No clock, no name, no door
Just skin and static, floor to floor
The dark breaks open, gold pours through
This is the only thing I know is true
Chorus
I found my feet on the floor
Don't need nothing more
Hands up till the walls dissolve
I found my feet on the floor
Found my feet on the floor
Every light becomes the sun
We won't stop till the night is done
I found my feet on the floor
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