The Ceiling

If I slipped on this particular tile
I'd lie here for a while
The blue and white
Pulling me back to December nights
Where hands would wash the sun and sand
Make it all alright

If I fell on this unfamiliar floor
I wouldn't ask for more
Than a stranger's hand
Tell me who is a gentle man
When you're far from home
When you're on your own

Oh the air is cool beneath this ceiling
You could come down here
And share my feelings
I've got plenty to spare
And it seems I'm not going anywhere soon
Perhaps you've nothing better to do too

Would you let me lie
I am somebody else in someone else's mind
And there is no time
And there is only time
What's in your eyes
Is there anything but signs
To something else in someone else's mind
I know I called you in
But I think you should get out
I know I sent you out
But perhaps I need you now
See nothing moves inside this house
And the walls are speaking much too loud

And the air is cold beneath this ceiling
Won't you come down here and warm my feelings
I've got plenty to spare
And it seems I'm not going anywhere soon
Perhaps there's no way for you to leave too