Viva

This is not the way it has to be
There is a cloud that covers me
From home to house from tree to tree
There is a cloud that covers me
That’s just the ceiling it’s not the sky
That’s just the ceiling it’s not the sky
You holding on out of fear
Me just holding on, my dear
You holding on out of fear
It’s just a feeling it might pass
Let’s have a picnic in the grass
They already own our ass
It’s just a feeling it might pass
That’s just the ceiling that’s not the sky
That’s just the ceiling that’s not the sky
I am a boy that thinks he’s free
You are the girl who smothers me
In our apartment on our street
We fell into an endless sleep
You holding on out of fear
Me just holding on, my dear
You holding on out of fear
That’s just the ceiling that’s not the sky