High On The Ceiling Lyrics

Anya Marina

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 your answering machine

Now matter how I stare
CanÂ't find you any – anywhere
Even if I was high on the ceiling
SeeinÂ' is believinÂ'
I canÂ't conceive youÂ're even here

Now matter how I stare
CanÂ't find you any

Even if I was high on the ceiling
SeeinÂ' is believinÂ'
I canÂ't conceive youÂ're even here

High on the ceiling
SeeinÂ' is believinÂ'
I canÂ't conceive youÂ're even here

Just got a feelinÂ'
SeeinÂ' is believinÂ'

I canÂ't conceive youÂ're even here
High on the ceiling

SeeinÂ' is believinÂ'
I canÂ't conceive youÂ're even here
I canÂ't conceive youÂ're even here