Ceiling's High Lyrics

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.