Ceiling's High

Talk to me, the ghost still needs to breathe
And sing precious melodies into the air
Ceiling’s high and the devil he never came
But he still shouts out your name
Among the missing, the estranged
Oh, the missing, the estranged
Oh, he knows he can’t keep you satisfied
Offering delight to ease the longing
Overripe, listen to the children sing
While precious offerings
Are laid upon your head and feet
Do you love them because they are weak?
Night it came, following behind
I love them because they’re mine
And there’s a ceiling, it’s just been hung
For a daughter and a son