Cellophane Dress The Day
They all have gone I sing in streets of silence She now is old I haven't aged a day Dress the day Wearing time Oh so fitting Dress the day Wearing time Oh so fitting The air so cold With whirling wind of color She now is gone And I am here to stay Dress the day Wearing time Oh so fitting Dress the day Wearing time What's a day What's an hour In my capsule floating bleak You peak You fall Dress the day Wearing time Dress the day Wearing time Standing in the street so cold Your godliness is growing old If only I was beautiful Like you Dress the day
