Brandon Flowers - On the floor

^GWhen the lights go down in the city, getting real ^Clow Settling ^Gin my ^Emroom, I'm ^Dunnoticed When the still comes in ^Gthrough my window, letting me ^Cgo I feel a ^Gcalm, come over ^Dme, on the ^Gfloor

On the ^Cfl^Cmoor Where the ^Grats all come away clean There on the ^Cfl^Cmoor Where the ^Gchildren all stomped and screamed straight out the ^Cdo^Cmor Well I ^Gfind myself on my ^Emknees ^D Begging ^Gplease

^GWhen the lights go down in the city and everyone ^Cgoes, to their ^Groom Walking the ^Emtrail to ^Ddreamland When the lights go ^Gdown in the city, something is ^Croaring I find my^Gself ^Dwaiting to ^Gbelieve

On the ^Cfl^Cmoor Where the ^Gmice call shots in the corner that's where I'll ^Cbe^Cm When the ^Gcrickets come home and sing their symphony^{C Cm} Well I ^Gfind myself on my ^Emknees ^D Begging ^Gplease

On the ^Cfl^Cmoor Facing the things I've ^Gdone here on the ^Cfl^Cmoor Where the ^Gyears have gathered and run that's where I'll ^Cbe^Cm And I ^Gfind myself on my ^Emknees ^D Begging ^Gplease