You take a picture even though you're soaked For luck, you say, though luck is hard to quote You press the button, climbing out of sight Leaving me behind to watch the numbers light Every floor there's something more Every hallway leads to many doors Turn the room around, turn the room around Drag your upper class down bleeding to my ground If the elevator reaches down to my floor Leave your heavy pride behind and find my door Turn the room around oh-oh oh-oh Turn the room around It feels like a different place on your floor Walk unfamiliar places to find your door The tenants greet you, you fumble your keys You nervous chuckle but I'm the one uneased Every floor there’s something more Every door is farther from your world Turn the room around, turn the room around Drag your upper class down bleeding to my ground If you can't reach my floor, then I understand I can rip the calendar, make brand new plans Turn the room around Your penthouse personality is choking me You're on another level, different needs, I’m living down here on the bottom floor, But you expect me to act like something more? Turn the room around, turn the room around Drag your upper class down bleeding to my ground When the cable snaps I still know where I land I will drop the weight of you right from my hands Turn the room around You forgot your humble roots, and Ditched your history for penthouse luxury, Turn the room around. oh-oh Turn the room around, oh-oh Turn the room around. oh-oh oh-oh Turn the room around Turn the room around
