A Song from Under the Floorboards

I know the meaning of life, it doesn't help me a bit
My force of habits, I am an insect
This is a song from under the floorboards

My force of habits, I am an insect
My force of habits, I am an insect
Images of all that could be desired
I know beauty and I know a good thing when I speak it
Then I got tired of counting all of these so-called blessings
My force of habits, I am an insect
This is a song from under the floorboards
I accord death with all its due respect
Here is a song from where the wall is cracked
This is a song from under the floorboards

I used to make phantoms, I could later chase

Here is a song from where the wall is cracked
But the brightest jewel inside of me
And I must confess, I'm very proud of that
And I must confess, I'm very proud of that
Here is a song from where the wall is cracked
And I must confess, I'm very proud of that
I have known the highest and I've known the best
Glows with pleasure at my own stupidity
Here is a song from where the wall is cracked
This is a song from under the floorboards
And then I just got tired