"Ceiling Fan." © 2025 Glass Foxes 𝗟𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘀 · · ─────────── ·𖥸· ─────────── · · Layin' here on this floor, Life's such a bore. Dizzying thoughts in my head, Staring up from my bed. Tink, tink, tink… the fan's out of sync. The blades keep turning, My stomach is churning, anger's burning, Sadness is hurting, God, let me be. God, please, let me out, filled with doubt, Stuck inside this… Ceiling Fan. The blades keep turnin', slow rotation, quiet burnin'. Round and round, life keeps churnin', Yeah, stuck inside this Ceiling Fan, ooh, ooh Ceiling Fan, Life's a ceiling fan, wobble in the spin, Trapped in a shallow loop of where do I begin? Watchin' dust motes plot their orbits, hazy, patient line, Pretendin' their dizzy logic wasn't mine. Tired of repetition, dust upon the sill, That hum promises you motion, only holds you still. God, please, let me out, filled with doubt, Stuck inside this… Ceiling Fan. The blades keep turnin', slow rotation, quiet burnin'. Round and round, life keeps churnin', Yeah, stuck inside this Ceiling Fan, ooh, ooh Ceiling Fan, I could stand up on the mattress, reach a hand in the air, interrupt the pattern, prove I'm still there. One sharp shock break the rhythm, one brief, violent sting, A hit to my system, to feel the consequences of anything. No, my feet stay on the floor. Life's such a bore. Tink, tink, tink… The fan's out of sync. And I can't even think. Stuck inside this... Ceiling Fan, ooh, ooh Ceiling Fan, ooh, ooh
