(Lancaster)

Looking up to the cloud above my head

Your face concealed by purple mist that feels like lead

It slowly clears and at last my eyes are filled



Sunny cellophane skies

Silver writing my eyes

Bright sunny cellophane skies

I like the way you make me feel

Sensations I thought were unreal



Now you're life has gone

in this world I don't belong

Words are all I own

Now you're gone I'm all alone



Sunny cellophane skies

Silver writing my eyes

Bright sunny cellophane skies

I like the way you make me feel

Sensations I thought were unreal



Sunny cellophane skies

Silver writing my eyes

Bright sunny cellophane skies

I like the way you make me feel

Sensations I thought were unreal