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Lyrics:
I can hear the rain fall down on the cellophane rooftop
Singing a song to the birds and the street walks
Carrying burdens like a child paying no mind

Baby would you ask it how it felt
To dance in the streetlight
Sippin on some Jameson and call to the burned minds

Cause we're all singing words with no meaning
Songs with no rhythm
Dancing to the beat of the souls of the cloudy ones
All but a little ghost
Passing through the motions
Burying closed thoughts of sure, fine lines
And shattered times and

Just waiting for the calls to collide and cave in
Shrugging off the lies of the perfect plan
cause when all the dancers fail to find the ground

Baby would you ask me how it felt
To chase after moonlight
Kicking back the promises and drink to the foreign nights

And we're all trying to find a way through the cellophane walls
under the minds of the overtured thoughts
And see the sun kiss the water afar
and then we'll dance again

Cause we're all singing words with no meaning
Songs with no rhythm
Dancing to the beat of the souls of the cloudy ones
All but a little ghost
Passing through the motions
Burying closed thoughts of sure, fine lines
And shattered times and

Sure. fine lines and
Shattered glass on
Painted walls of
Acid rain on tiles of words and
I can hear the rain fall down
on the cellophane