- cifra
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?
I will pick you up till you're better
Cellophane heart girl
Have you found your feet on the floor?
I will pick you up till you're better
You are on my mind cellophane girl
You are on my mind don't pass on this world
Cellophane heart girl
Have you found your feet on the floor?
I will pick you up till you're better
Cellophane heart girl
Have you found your feet on the floor?
I will pick you up till you're better
