From the ceiling to the floorI find I’m wanting moreIt’s so much a part of itWhen I drop down from the skySo much I could findIn a happy house so high above the cloudsIt’s not the way that you look, noIt all depends how you feelIt’s just the way that it isI wanna be youBreaking hearts, they make no soundIn this I have found an excuse for jealousyKill the sun and make them blindSo much they will findIn a happy house so high above the cloudsIt’s not the way that you look, noIt all depends how you feelIt’s just the way that it isI wanna be you