And I'm not the judge
Or the referee
And I can't accept
Because I am up-tight
And the smoke-screen to my eyes are burning
My concern is I just might give you life
And I can't relate to the hypnotist
And I get close, cause the plastic wrap
And I want to have kids
But their father's up inside the clouds
The distance between us on my mind
Up untill now things have been fine
Temporarily
You're cute
But the circumstance's changed
Your substitution, method crutch
Your whole, protection from your pain
This presentation of my ploy
Is to change my cellophane boy
Ah, but it's not the 70's
Let your future fly with me
Up until now things have been fine
Temporarily
You're cute
But the circumstance's changes
Your substitution, method crutch
Your whole protection from your pain
This presentation of my ploy
Is to change my cellophane boy
And I want your heaven to be
Your martyr and your refugee
