Drukuj
Cellophane
Artysta: 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
Cellophane
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
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