Truths in the Ceiling

I thought you gave me what you got then No plans of keepin’ I had a little you a lot then And no way of seein’ That you’d give me what you gave before the sunrise You’d leave me with no footing in the daylight I couldn’t give you what I felt then You tied ropes to the feelings You bound me in your web then You asked for my shillings I went I went back home I lived like I had lived before When you had You had gone it alone You never dialed my number on the phone Blue blue blue sky Red rain Red eyes Black black black night Long way Longer drive I couldn’t give you what I held then The truths in the ceiling You were a razor to my melt down My mess made for spilling I went I went back home I gave you what I gave before When you had You had done it alone You never dialed my number on the phone Blue blue blue sky Red rain Red eyes Black black black night Long way Longer drive