Speedy Ortiz Songtext
von Speedy Ortiz

One, two, tell me your big secret
I got two more reasons not to keep it
Flies on the ceiling
Flies on the ceiling

Speedy making magic on the speedway
Choose your own adventure, or your own way to waste
Flies on the ceiling
Flies on the ceiling

It′s a ghost from a story
And his boo's getting boring
It′s a ghost you swear you've seen
But it doesn't haunt anything


Fingerprinting cops put out a query
At a punk show back in hoppers, someone asks what it means
To see flies on the ceiling
Mating and molting

If I cast a spell, it′s ′cause I loved you
And if you're dead, I′ll still wind up above you
Lay back, leave it to me
Check out the ceiling

It's a ghost from a story
Closing doors draining heat
Gangs cry witches divine
Milk the sheep, put it to sleep

Silhouette serpentine
Take out your belly ring
Eyes and eggy cataract cream
Eye flies on the ceiling


Flies on the ceiling
Flies on the ceiling
Flies on the ceiling
Flies on the ceiling