[Instrumental Intro] ... [Verse 1] I saw the ceiling start to ripple and bend, With my prayers too tired to ascend. Every step you take, the ground moves you, Fantasy stretched in a deeper blue... [Verse 2] The window hums low in an ancient tongue, A hymn half-sung, a bell un-rung. The ceiling bends, it fum-fers my name, And that face in the reflection won’t stay at home... [Chorus] We be shifting (shifting), never still, Bound to the ceiling, bent to its will. The song is fading, windows hum along, Losing ourselves; shifting (shifting) in song... [Verse 3] A father’s voice, it feels like mine, A hand once held, lost to time. Breakfast rows of wheat, beneath my feet, Every orange box tastes bittersweet. [Bridge] What’s the line? Where’s the sign? The hand of the judge feels all our time. Perhaps there’s nothing much golden we need to fight, Perhaps every silver lining's got a touch... of grey. [Chorus] We are shifting (shifting), never still, Bound to the ceiling, bent to kill. The songs are fading, windows still strum along, Losing yourself; shifting (shifting) in song... [Outro] The hands can't catch us, they never could, Memories dissolve like burning wood. We ride artificial silence, you don’t resist, My world's through windows, yours still exists... [Instrumental Ending] ...
