Sunny Cellophane Skies (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'
