Man in a Suitcase

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-** 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)

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