Ceilings
Soaked in exhaustion
Proceed with caution
I want to lay it all on the line
Sadly so often
I'm gravely mistaken
So now you'll find me biding my time
Time for you
Time for me
Endless you
Mortal me
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel, to feel
Unfulfilled fortune
Abandoned, forgotten
Complacency was never the plan
Incomplete timelines
Awaiting my design
Indifference passed down second-hand
Time for you
Time for me
Endless proof of my mortality
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel, to feel
(Feel)
(To feel)
(Want to feel, want to feel)
(Don't you feel)
(Oh, oh)
(I want to)
(Oh)
(I want to)
(Oh)
(Feel, feel)
(Feel so high)
Under this skin you'll find my true age
Destined to dwindle; impermanent thing
Ceilings seem sky-high when you are five
Lay it all on the line
No more wasting our time
Under this skin you'll find my true age
Destined to dwindle; impermanent thing
Ceilings seem sky-high when you are nine
Lay it all on the line
No more wasting our time
Proceed with caution
I want to lay it all on the line
Sadly so often
I'm gravely mistaken
So now you'll find me biding my time
Time for you
Time for me
Endless you
Mortal me
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel, to feel
Unfulfilled fortune
Abandoned, forgotten
Complacency was never the plan
Incomplete timelines
Awaiting my design
Indifference passed down second-hand
Time for you
Time for me
Endless proof of my mortality
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel infinite
But we're infinitely finite
It's a fine night to feel, to feel
(Feel)
(To feel)
(Want to feel, want to feel)
(Don't you feel)
(Oh, oh)
(I want to)
(Oh)
(I want to)
(Oh)
(Feel, feel)
(Feel so high)
Under this skin you'll find my true age
Destined to dwindle; impermanent thing
Ceilings seem sky-high when you are five
Lay it all on the line
No more wasting our time
Under this skin you'll find my true age
Destined to dwindle; impermanent thing
Ceilings seem sky-high when you are nine
Lay it all on the line
No more wasting our time
Credits
Writer(s): Chiamaka Azubuike
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