Her Floor Is My Ceiling
Her floor's my ceiling
I know what goes on
He finishes her quickly
And then he gets up to go
She walks to the lounge room
And puts on a tape
Lights up an Alpine
And settles in for the night
Oh if she liked the look of me
Oh if she liked the look of me
I'd get my act together
The books that I read
Are full of bravado
I'll sit and rot in the damp
With a head full of her
We meet in the hall
A storm in my head
What do you say, where do you go
With a dream in a stone?
Oh if she liked the look of me
Oh if she liked the look of me
I'd get my act together
Yeah I'd get my act together
I'd get an act together
Words and music by Tim Freedman
Produced by Rob Taylor and Tim Freedman
Mixed, engineered and programmed by Rob Taylor
Vocal, acoustic and Wurlitzer electric pianos - Tim Freedman
Guitars - Ben Fink
Hammond organ - Clayton Doley
Bass - Alex Hewetson
Drums, Roland V-drums - Terepai Richmond
Strings arranged and conducted by John Encarnacao