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