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