Ceiling - King Krule

I endure stroking my head on the cranes

Well now they alone are all just one in the same

Demean and try to walk about

Among stolen signs that talk about

A passion that lies, well easy now

Maybe I was found

Just bathed in doubt

I’ll scan a different coast

Where my blame can lay and roast

In the heat of my own treason

Just as another pavement toasts

I remain aware of those

When consumed to paths of reason

Now do you stew your lovers croak to the glue of your own throat?

When the scenery starts peeling

And the scenery starts peeling

This is the final line I wrote

And applying the final coat

That would bring down the ceiling

This is the final line I wrote

And applying the final coat

That would bring down the ceiling

This is the final line I wrote

And applying the final coat

That would bring down the ceiling

This is the final line I wrote

And applying the final coat

That would bring down the ceiling

This is the final line I wrote

When applying a final coat

That would bring down the walls

Well easy now, easy now

Maybe I was found

Just bathed in doubt