Hanging from the Ceiling

Oh darling
Well isn’t it just alarming?
Our heads are hanging from the ceiling
And there is nothing left to say
I’ll take a picture
And send it over to your sister
Our heads are hanging from the ceiling
And maybe she’ll know what to say
Oh it’s startlin'
The way your head spins on a swivel
Your eyes are smaller than your pupils
It might be more than I can take
Well I love to
Dream about my baby
But the man in the room has
Been sleepin' in lately