this ceiling looks remarkably like our own
The blue sun is fallen down,
And we still revolve around it.
"one of us has got to stay sane," she says.
And I tell her, "Well, it's too late for that now."
this ceiling looks remarkably like our own
this ceiling is our own
The orange planet is fallen down,
And no one seems to care,
"I involve a profound lack of thought," he says.
And the cornflake is murdered brutally in his sleep.
And no one seems to care.
this ceiling looks remarkably like our own
this ceiling is our own
this ceiling isn't our own
The stars still glow. The stars still glow.
They seem to be upside down. We seem to be upside down.
The stars still glow. The stars still glow.
this ceiling looks remarkably like our own
this ceiling is our own
this ceiling isn't our own
you stoned moron
The light has faded, faded, faded. The light is gone
And we are blind.
this ceiling looks remarkably like our own
sick morons, sick morons, we pretend to learn
We are blind.