Faces To The Floor Songtext

Wake me after daytime 'cause this is going too slow.
I'd like to take what is mine, results I don't want to know.
You think they really wonder what you want?
You'd better sit down.
They can't imagine what the people want.
Get up and go.
Another voice of a resident too undecided for a compliment.
One hot November night, we thought we felt alright.
What could really go wrong?
Then they came along, singing the white bread song.