كلمات Through The Ceiling

I take my head out of the sand And let my best friend take my hand He led me on, he said he cared But only fools are full of that I'm a fisherman, way through I shouldn't say it, but it's all that I can do To keep my face as straight as this I haven't got a clue, what can I do? I shape asleep, form useless clefts And wait for something new to begin Could something shape me from this sleep? Will something build me up to breathe My air, my nerve I shouldn't say it, but it's less than I deserve But I wouldn't give it up like this I haven't got a clue, what can I do? Through the ceiling on the floor I don't want to anymore What can I do?