I'm looking for all my friends Who are looking at the dirty floor with no end To slide through the wasted time To own a good, clean fight Now I'm looking to all my friends Looking down the dirty dead ends But I'm floating off my chair And into nowhere again So, glasses clink like shackles We're all bound to crack like we're plaster Now I'm looking to end these strange Things that I have made for you But I'm floating off my chair And into nowhere again I'm looking at all I've been Looking at the dirty floor with no end But I'm floating off my chair And back to where I began