Low Ceiling - Alice In Chains

Old mister fun is back

Wonder where he’s been hiding at

Hanging 'round the edge

Walls unfortified, inside

No different, patchwork hack

Toil away on an unlaid track

Falls closing in, got nowhere to hide

This time

Finding ceilings low

I’m too big or this room’s too small

Why’s my ceiling another’s floor?

Past twisted, expected warp

Attention span increasingly short

Hard to breathe, this altitude will get you high

I’ve tried

Finding ceilings low

I’m too big or this room’s too small

Why’s my ceiling another’s floor?

And nobody can tell you

It’s a moment in time

That defines and deforms you

Finding ceilings low

I’m too big or this room’s too small

Why’s my ceiling another’s floor?

And nobody can tell you

It’s a moment in time

That defines and deforms you

Write me over, false reporter

Can’t you let me shine?

Write me over, false reporter

Can’t you let me shine?

And nobody can tell you

It’s a moment in time

That defines and deforms you