Текст песни Ceiling

I endure stroking my head on the cranes Well, now they alone are all just one in the same Demean and try to walk about Among stolen signs that talk about A passion that lies, well, easy now Maybe I was found Just bathed in doubt I'll scan a different coast Where my blame can lay and roast In the heat of my own treason Just as another pavement toasts I remain aware of those When consumed to paths of reason Now do you stew your lovers croak to the glue of your own throat When the scenery starts peeling This is the final line I wrote When applying the final coat That would bring down the ceiling