the ceiling's the same as always
it's right above my head in the hallway
peeling of paint disguising a sound kinda faint
leaving me rising
i'm wondering why
you're in the picture at all now
watching me waiting for my cue to fall down

listen at the window the curtain remembers
you take a step back and i-i'll hit the floor
every pane is cracked in the front door
every drawer is packed
and still i found space in more

the ceiling's the same as always
it's right above my head in the hallway
picture on the wall
you'll get tired of it
put it out of sight
and make the shadow and the lampshade
take another look
and someone's admiring it for all the time it took
you saw the moment get saved