This is a token of words unspoken to you
Honey I'm reeling feeling and squealing for you
Why don't you tell me
One way or another
That you'd rather be
Your father and mother
This is a feeling from the ceiling of my dreams
I get hung up tied and strung up on your sleep
I'm something far away
It doesn't matter what I say
You've got your simple ways
You're safely tucked away
Are you happy?
Are you mad?
This is a feeling from he ceiling of my dreams
I get hung up tied and strung up on your sleep
I close my eyes on your soft guitar
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