I have got it stuck in my brain
That our better sides are the ones we contain
I relive the second we met
But the things I said are the words I regret
But none of this will bring you back...
What may come from the hour you fell?
Should I take your things, let them hang on a shelf?
Now I don't understand what you've seen
Yet I must admit that you looked so serene
But none of this will bring you back...
Cellophane heart girl
Have you found your feet on the floor?
And I will pick you up when you're better
Cellophane heart girl
Have you found your feet on the floor?
And I will pick you up when you're better
You are on my mind, cellophane girl
You are on my mind, don't pa** on this world
Cellophane heart girl
Have you found your feet on the floor?
And I will pick you up when you're better
Cellophane heart girl
Have you found your feet on the floor?
And I will pick you up when you're better
Cellophane girl!