Heather Findlay - Cellophane Lyrics

Pulling the thread out of the safety net
That kept the doors unlocked
Swallow hard on the jagged shards
Of the planes where we'd begun
The love we made
Oh, but who could say?
Who'd know what you'd become?
A working man
And a family friend
A brother
What have you done?

Are you still running man?
Because hell can't be too far
Keep running man
With your killing hands
And pray that you're not found

A day to forget
Only the lucky spared
In frenzy came the ruin
Handwritten names through the cellophane
Seal the coming of your undoing
On a blood stained road
Echo stilling notes
The steal of your cold gun
And the beating heart
Of us torn apart
Sanctity engulfed

Running scared
Inside their homes
For evil paints the streets
Shallow breathed
Clung to their own
Wracked with growing disbelief

Are you there...?
Tell me you're there
Are you still running man?
Because hell can't be too far now
Keep running man
With your killing hands
And pray that you're not found

Are you still running man?
You can run but you can't hide
Keep running man
With your killing hands
Because hell hath no such fire