To the ceiling light that hangs over my bed,
I wish to know your story,
I know how you got there but I wonder how you got there
And for life became the epitome of ' hang in there ',
Do you like it, is it homey there?
I mean I know this is crazy to say but I hope you're not afraid of heights,
I hope you don't tell who comes after me what you see when I dream in the night,
I sometimes wonder how many you've looked down upon before me,
Did they also run to turn you on when they felt unsettled or had nightmares?
Did they...