Eleven. That's not eleven. I pressed eleven, it lit up three The little mirror winked at me The doors slid open onto a wall A tiny silver bell said, "Not at all" A man in grey adjusted his tie He asked which floor, I told him, "Try" He held the button marked REMAIN The whole room slipped out of its frame Nobody's worried Nobody's late Somebody moved The number eight Who moved the floor? Who moved the floor? I stood still And the room walked off Who moved the floor? Don't touch the door Not up, not down We're sideways now A woman laughed behind a plant She said, "Go home." I said, "I can't." The carpet rolled beneath her feet And everybody missed a beat The ceiling passed us on the right The exit sign was much too bright Somebody whispered, "This is fine" And drew a door across the line Nobody's worried Nobody's late Somebody moved The number eight Who moved the floor? Who moved the floor? I stood still And the room walked off Who moved the floor? Don't touch the door Not up, not down We're sideways now I found the stairs Behind a chair They went around But not upstairs I think I'll stay. Who moved the floor? Who moved the floor? I stood still And the room walked off Who moved the floor? Don't touch the door Not up, not down We're sideways now Eleven. Oh. There it is.
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