Music From The Ceiling Lyrics & Chords By Coming Soon

it may be late for a birthday cake:
The trees cast a shadow on the gate & the doorstep;
The dreadful framework of those dyin' afternoons
Drives me crazy. Oh yes i'm spooked!
My fingers crossed--a bad bad shudder:
And love, it keep bragging 'bout a one short bliss.
Two dogs fucking on a carpet--
A lovers kiss & sunset
Thirty seven past lives--
Nicknames of my deadwives
The swamp is haunted & the meadows are strange,
& i'm so lonely on the top of the hill.
The radio static bugs my corn-flake heart,
And a bird is nesting in a the blue mailbox.
Widespread toughts? No they wouldn't fit in here!
I'd need something special and quite easy to handle.
Refrain.
I feel a little weird when the mansion is empty,
but i likes the music comes down the ceiling.
Sometimes i remember what was & what happened,
But mostly i just sit & i don't give a shit.
Refrain.