This is a token of words unspoken to you Honey, I'm feeling reeling and squealing for you Why don't you tell me One way or another That you'd rather be Your father and mother This is a feeling from the ceiling of my dreams I get hung up, tied and strung up on your scene I'm something far away It doesn't matter what I say You've got your simple way You're safely tucked away Are you happy? Aren't you happy? This is a feeling from the ceiling of my dreams I get hung up, tied and strung up on your scene I close my eyes on your soft guitar… This is feeling This is squealing This is reeling…