Cellophane

Cellophane - Kashmir

There she goes in her raincoat

Bringing out all the darkest of skies

And I know that I can't walk along

'Cause the murder is for real in her eyes

Is doing us part it's a crying vain

Cause I'm judging your dots throwing stains

The colours that you love to keep

There's a little bit of death

In every mad goodbye we say

But thank god there's still morning air in her wake

Showing up the next day

Cellophane

I'll leave the good things and go insane

Hang to dry from a string Who's to blame

As I can recall there were two of us

Ohh what a waste there goes everything

This is not where we should have been

This is not where we should have been

This is not the end

Cellophane

I'll leave the good things and go insane

Hang to dry from a string who's to blame

As I can recall there were two of us