LYRIC



Knock, a hollow spot in the floor
There, hidden under the boards
There’s no need to be guessing
Swayed that nothings worth hiding

They smell trouble from a mile
And feel it underneath their toes
Don’t look too hard, it’s a waste of time
It’s right under our nose

Steer, toward the port for me
Steady, this map I’m making
Of dirt, mud, and sticks from the trees
Will get me lost on purpose but found eventually

They smell trouble from a mile
feel it underneath their toes
Scratching the surface won’t cut it
It’s right under the boards in the floor

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