Besedila: Bar 7. Cellophane.

You?re just beginning; I?ve lost my way
I always thought our love would last for ever and a day
Sometimes it happens, hearts go astray
I never wanted to become what I?ve become anyway

Fire to ashes, turn to dust
Toys in the attic have now turned to rust
I sift through the ashes; I throw out the pain
Strapped in elastic, wrapped up in cellophane

What was I thinking? What?d I expect?
Don?t take the time to makes sure all is fine; that?s what I get.
Love?s all corrections; I can?t seem to cope
Love is a monkey, I'm the junk and now you ain?t got the dope

Fire to ashes, turn to dust
Toys in the attic have all turned to rust
I sift through the ashes; I throw out the pain
Strapped in elastic, wrapped up in cellophane

I can?t breathe, I can?t breathe

I can?t breathe, it?s something I need
I don?t care how just as long as I'm able to
Breath, it?s something I need
Long as I'm bleeding I know that I'm breathing now
Something?s gotta give
I may never forget to keep on livin? now

Breathe, and it?s something I need
I don?t care how just as long as I'm able to
Breath, all the lovin? I need
Long as she?s lovin? I know that she?s suckin? now
Something?s gotta give
I may never forget to keep on livin? now
Breathe, I'm breathin? again
In deep, it?s good goin? in
It?s so sweet to just breathe on my own

What I remember most of all
I?ve tried to trap somebody else within my selfish walls
But now they crumble, they no longer remain
It?s all the better, ?cause I never want to go there again

Fire to ashes, turn to dust
Toys in the attic have all turned to rust
I sift through the ashes; I throw out the pain
Long gone elastic, oh, no more cellophane

Fire to ashes, turn to dust
Toys in the attic have all turned to rust
I sift through the ashes; I throw out the pain
Long gone elastic, oh, no more cellophane