Cool wooden floor under my back.
Cool wooden floor. Screw the furniture, I can't deal with that.

Somebody stop the walls from spinning
I'm so dizzy I don't know which way is down.
So, I'm straightening up--getting my back in line,
And I'm marveling at the ground.

Cool wooden floor, you got me wanting you.
Cool wooden floor. Screw the bedroom, the living room will do.

Somebody stop the walls from turning
Surely I haven't been here that long.
But, it must be getting late--cause the sky's a brighter blue,
And the birds have started up with their songs.

I stayed up all night thinking
My heart is aching.
And, it's not just the sound of my glass that's breaking.

Cool wooden floor, I'm wanting you bad.
Cool wooden floor. Screw the stoic shit, give it to me flat.

Somebody stop the walls from crying
All the secrets I've tucked inside my head.
Oh no, I'm straightening up--and I'm not even tired,
And I can't drag myself into bed.

Cool wooden floor, you got me wanting you.
Cool wooden floor. Screw the living room, the hallway will do.