| I took a breath onto a canvas | |
| I could not have cared less | |
| About the words spilling out of my mouth in blue and green | |
| It was the nicest sound I'd ever seen | |
| To come stumbling out of my frozen mouth | |
| Sitting in a corner | |
| Smoking a half-drug cigarette | |
| Sitting in a corner | |
| My half-imagined statuette | |
| And with my hand upon my heart | |
| I'll say that she's perfect | |
| And with my hand upon my heart | |
| I'll say that she worth it | |
| And we all go... | |
| Up on the ceiling, I'm going | |
| Up on the ceiling, I'm going | |
| Up on the ceiling, I'm going | |
| Up on the ceiling, I'm going up, up | |
| (Oh, (???) coming on the ceiling | |
| Oh, (???) it's easier than feeling real) | |
| [unfortunately, this is not in the lyrics. Help! -Minstrel] | |
| Up on the ceiling, I'm going | |
| Up on the ceiling, I'm going | |
| Up on the ceiling, I'm going | |
| Up on the Sistine Chapel ceiling, I'm up |