Mr. Arc-Eye (under a cellophane sky) Lyrics

Stands in the sun, work boots on

He stares and stares

Nothing to say, says it all day

His blank looks fill the room

Two milky eyes can't see the sky

He's in a blister pack

Tiny figures run around his head

And fire up his mind.

Wrapped in a sheet, his world complete

In every detail

She tilts her head and checks him from

Another angle

White lilac breeze blows around his head

He's in another world

His distant gaze out into space

Mr. A's a special edition

Mr. Arc-Eye, under a cellophane sky

Mr. Arc-Eye, under a cellophane sky

Mr. Arc-Eye

Mr. Arc-Eye, under a cellophane sky, Mr. Arc-Eye

Mr. Arc-Eye, under a cellophane sky, Mr. Arc-Eye

Mr. Arc-Eye, under a cellophane sky, Mr. Arc-Eye

Mr. Arc-Eye, under a cellophane sky, Mr. Arc-Eye

Mr. Arc-Eye, under a cellophane sky, Mr. Arc-Eye

Mr. Arc-Eye, under a cellophane sky,

Mr. Arc-Eye, under a cellophane sky, Mr. Arc-Eye

Mr. Arc-Eye, under a cellophane sky, Mr. Arc-Eye