Living on the Ceiling - Blancmange, Vince Clarke

You keep me running round and round

Well, that’s alright with me

Up and down, I’m up the wall

I’m up the bloody tree

That’s alright with me

Yeah, that’s alright with me

Well, it feels alright to me

Yeah, it looks alright to me

And I’m so tall, I’m so tall

You raise me and then you let me fall

And I’m so small, I’m so small

Wrapped around your finger, see me fall

You keep me running round and round

Well, that’s alright with me

Nothing, nothing, nothing’s gonna

Step in my way

Living on the ceiling

No more room down there

Things fall into place

You get the joke, fall into place

And I’m so tall, I’m so tall

You raise me and then you let me fall

And I’m so small, I’m so small

Wrapped around your finger, see me fall

Here we go

You keep me running round and round

Well, that’s alright with me

Up and down, I’m up the wall

I’m up the bloody tree

Hiding from your questions

Questions you won’t ask

Why am I up the tree, you say

Why are you down there, I say

And I’m so tall, I’m so tall

You raise me and then you let me fall

And I’m so small, I’m so small

Wrapped around your finger, see me fall

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