This is not the way it has to be There is a cloud that covers me From home to house from tree to tree There is a cloud that covers me That's just the ceiling it's not the sky That's just the ceiling it's not the sky You holding on out of fear Me just holding on, my dear You holding on out of fear It's just a feeling it might pass Let's have a picnic in the grass They already own our ass It's just a feeling it might pass That's just the ceiling that's not the sky That's just the ceiling that's not the sky I am a boy that thinks he's free You are the girl who smothers me In our apartment on our street We fell into an endless sleep You holding on out of fear Me just holding on, my dear You holding on out of fear That's just the ceiling that's not the sky
