I took a breath onto a canvas   I could not have cared less   About the words spilling out of my mouth in blue and green   It was the nicest sound I'd ever seen   To come stumbling out of my frozen mouth      Sitting in a corner   Smoking a half-drug cigarette   Sitting in a corner   My half-imagined statuette      And with my hand upon my heart   I'll say that she's perfect   And with my hand upon my heart   I'll say that she worth it   And we all go...      Up on the ceiling, I'm going   Up on the ceiling, I'm going   Up on the ceiling, I'm going   Up on the ceiling, I'm going up, up      (Oh, (???) coming on the ceiling   Oh, (???) it's easier than feeling real)   [unfortunately, this is not in the lyrics. Help! -Minstrel]      Up on the ceiling, I'm going   Up on the ceiling, I'm going   Up on the ceiling, I'm going   Up on the Sistine Chapel ceiling, I'm up