Ceiling

I enjoy stroking my head on the cranes

But they alone are all just one in the same

Don't mean to try to walk about

Amongst stolen sights to talk about A passionate lie won't ease ya' now

Maybe I was found just bathed in doubt

Well I'll scan a different coast

Where my blame can lay and roast

In the heat of my own treason

Just as another payment towards

I remain aware of those

When consumed to Now do you In the gluey And the scenery starts peelin'

This is the final line I wrote

And applying it To bring down the ceiling

This is the final line I wrote

And applying it To bring down the ceiling