High on The Ceiling
Anya Marina
I read all of your mail
I searched all your clothes
And I had you tracked when you left home
I watched all of your tapes
Went through all of your magazines
and I tapped your answering machine
Now matter how I stare
Can’t find you any – anywhere
Even if I was high on the ceiling
Seein’ is believin’
I can’t conceive you’re even here
Now matter how I stare
Can’t find you any
Even if I was high on the ceiling
Seein’ is believin’
I can’t conceive you’re even here
High on the ceiling
Seein’ is believin’
I can’t conceive you’re even here
Just got a feelin’
Seein’ is believin’
I can’t conceive you’re even here
High on the ceiling
Seein’ is believin’
I can’t conceive you’re even here
I can’t conceive you’re even here