The Floorboards Are Breathing - Gatherers

You pulled the hammer from the cupboard

In the Sunday best you’d wear

You spoke your vows into a bottle

Stalked his footsteps up the stairs

There’s no living in the present

We are alive beyond repair

Blanking at your own reflection

Despondent as you stare

You pulled the hammer from the cupboard

Filled your ashtray up with prayer

You hid your bruises in the plaster

With a brand new cross to bear

Pour your heart across the floorboards, too broken to care

Your hands, they trembled

Clutched around your ticket out

There’s no resemblance of the face you used to know

So pour your heart across the floorboards, too broken to care

Nails, nails, nails everywhere

Nails, nails everywhere

Nails, nails, nails everywhere

Nails, nails everywhere