Why don't you tell me
One way or another
That you'd rather be
Your father and mother
This is a feeling from the ceiling of my dreams
I get hung up, tied and strung up on your scene
I'm something far away
It doesn't matter what I say
You've got your simple way
You're safely tucked away
Are you happy? Aren't you happy?
This is a feeling from the ceiling of my dreams
I get hung up, tied and strung up on your scene
I close my eyes on your soft guitar....
This is feeling
This is squealing
This is reeling...