cellophane - Shrug

Wherever you are is wherever I’ll be

Should you wander afar to avoid your mediocrity

I drip from your cieling through your cellophane mirage

If you find you’re alone in a parlor full of clones

Who think that Elvis was an actor and the moon is made of foam

I’ll be watching you squirm through your cellophane mirage

Cellophane ends the rain, wrecks a train, and numbs the pain

Cellophane cures the sane and anything else inside your brain

Wind me up and turn me loose

Strychnine in the apple juice

Playful dance around the noose

Cellophane

Madly, madly wave your hands

Nervously the poet stands

Waiting as a ghost commands

Cellophane

Cellophane

Cellophane ends the rain, wrecks a train, and numbs the pain

Cellophane cures the sane and anything else inside your brain

So now you’re slightly confused, you feel you’ve been used

It’s a subtle suspicion, but it won’t be refused

And now you have to admit

Now you have to admit

Now you have to admit

Now you have to admit

Now you have to admit I’m your cellophane mirage

Do with me as you see fit, I’m your cellophane mirage