Cellophane Sun

You spend your days and nights alone, well I know, it’s alright
You find it hard to take control of your own pointed life
So get between, get bhind, take your time, I don’t mind
Take my hand and hide your eyes
Morning is a dream, a break in the night
Life is but a scene, a moment in time
The serpent all the while is lying in waiting
And a cellophane sun hangs low in the sky
Underneath and overload, I know your hear is breaking
When the day is done your head still spins, Well
I’ll be there for the taking
So get between, get behind, take your time
I’ll blow your mind
Take my hand, I’ll hide my eyes