I took a breath onto a canvas I could not have cared less About the words spilling out of my mouth in blue and green It was the nicest sound I'd ever seen To come stumbling out of my frozen mouth
Sitting in a corner Smoking a half-drug cigarette Sitting in a corner My half-imagined statuette
And with my hand upon my heart I'll say that she's perfect And with my hand upon my heart I'll say that she worth it And we all go...
Up on the ceiling, I'm going Up on the ceiling, I'm going Up on the ceiling, I'm going Up on the ceiling, I'm going up, up
(Oh, (???) coming on the ceiling Oh, (???) it's easier than feeling real) [unfortunately, this is not in the lyrics. Help! -Minstrel]
Up on the ceiling, I'm going Up on the ceiling, I'm going Up on the ceiling, I'm going Up on the Sistine Chapel ceiling, I'm up