High on the Ceiling

High On The Ceiling - Anya Marina (安娜·瑪瑞納)

I read all of your mail

I searched all your clothes

And I had you tracked when you left home

I watched all of your tapes

Went through all of your magazines

And I tapped in to your machine

No matter how I stare

Can't find you in it anywhere

Even if I was high on the ceiling

Seeing is believing

I can't conceive you're even here

No matter how I stare

Can't find you in it

Even if I was high on the ceiling

Seeing is believing

I can't conceive you're even here

High on the ceiling

Seeing is believing

I can't conceive you're even here

Just got a feeling

Seeing is believing

I can't conceive you're even here

High on the ceiling

Seeing is believing

I can't conceive you're even here

I can't conceive you're even here