Cellophane in the cold dark rain
With her matted hair
That thousand mile stare
Against the lock and chain
In some old doorway
Steel grey cities melt me down
Time gets in the way
I'd do it all again
Cellophane...Cellophane...Cellophane

Desensitized
Well it's a point of view
In the hooded eyes
Along the avenue
With their churlish cries
In the winter time
When scarlet shadows pass you by
They drift into the night
And never call your name
Cellophane...Cellophane

Some things are never planned
You feed the dog that bites the hand
And carry on in your own time
Leaving all the voices far behind
Far behind

Remembering
Nights of cool white skin
When fallen stars lie glistening
With promises of fleeting things
But I can't listen anymore
I've heard it all before
Just like the sound of falling rain
Cellophane...Cellophane...Cellophane