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