High on the Ceiling - Anya Marina

I read all of your mail

I searched all your clothes

And I had you tracked when you left home

I watched all of your tapes

Went through all of the magazines

And I tapped your answering machine

No matter how I stare

Can’t find you any… anywhere

Even if I was high on the ceiling

Seeing is believing

I can’t conceive you’re even here

No matter how I stare

Can’t find you any…

Even if I was high on the ceiling

Seeing is believing

I can’t conceive you’re even here

High on the ceiling

Seeing is believing

I can’t conceive you’re even here

Just got a feeling

Seeing is believing

I can’t conceive you’re even here

High on the ceiling

Seeing is believing

I can’t conceive you’re even here

I can’t conceive you’re even here