Ceiling's High

Talk to me, the ghost still needs to breathe And sing precious melodies into the air Ceiling's high and the devil he never came But he still shouts out your name Among the missing, the estranged Oh, the missing, the estranged Oh, he knows he can't keep you satisfied Offering delight to ease the longing Overripe, listen to the children sing While precious offerings Are laid upon your head and feet Do you love them because they are weak? Night it came, following behind I love them because they're mine And there's a ceiling, it's just been hung For a daughter and a son