Baby Dream in Cellophane

I am - in my pram

Look you - I'm so new I am - sleeping there

Underneath the stairs

If you - wanted to

You'd find - inside my mind

Things so surreal

My lips are sealed

In the rain in cellphane

Pale dogs and demigods

They won't bring me down

The clocks go round, they never stop

I've been - in limousines

I've nseen - inside your dreams

It's raining there

Try not to stare