Cellophane Sun

You spend your days and nights alone, well I know, it's alright You find it hard to take control of your own pointed life So get between, get bhind, take your time, I don't mind Take my hand and hide your eyes Morning is a dream, a break in the night Life is but a scene, a moment in time The serpent all the while is lying in waiting And a cellophane sun hangs low in the sky Underneath and overload, I know your hear is breaking When the day is done your head still spins, Well, I'll be there for the taking So get between, get behind, take your time I'll blow your mind Take my hand, I'll hide my eyes