This same ceiling

I know something you don't
Your ghost shows when you're beside me
Can't you see your greener pastures passing

Has there always been that speck of light
From the crook in the venetian blinds
I never payed much mind
Until your eyes were drawn that way
Don't you wonder what it's concealing
These four walls and this same ceiling
I was just content whittling down the days



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Writer(s): Robert Mitchell
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