looking through pink cellophane, cellophane. All those years we've spent running away. We'd never meet. That it was meant to be. That it was meant to be No time to find. We're always losing. Without a
Looking up to the cloud above my head. Your face concealed by purple mist that feels like lead. It slowly clears and at last my eyes are filled Sunny cellophane skies. Silver writing my eyes
. You're cute but the circumstance has changed. Your substitution method, crutch. Your whole protection from your pain. This presentation of my ploy. Is to change my Cellophane Boy Oh, it's not the
look deep inside. . Cellophane Girl. Playing her part in a cellophane girl. Cellophane Girl. See through me. . Hello there girl you leave a sweet taste in my mouth. On the edge of the world she'd
