Ceiling Roses

Okay, a decision as always
What do I have to do with it?
Remember the sky is like a ceiling
Away from the usual roads
Less light in the room for an unclear picture
You could tear up anyway
Some people's faces are always more than beautiful

In spite of everything I'm sure
There's never a point being told this sweetness
Set a past world in reverse
Speed backwards to a better time
The sky which darkened over houses and bright light covered us
We covered it all with beauty

Oh, promises come into bottle
Set those lips in a straight line
You know you're looking translucent and cold
To think you have your little heart
I read it and it's true
You run through all thoughts to a drunken conclusion
I know I do

I know I do
I have all to do with it and nothing to do with it
When you wake up the world is somewhere else
I promise