From the tops of mountains We collide with clouds above the sea And down below they disappear (But I'm not convinced they were ever there) Cause the water looked like cellophane, Reflecting stars back into space, And your eyes look that way to me. Where we are, the hills are green And elegant as anything we've seen And Pontius and Pilatus lay beneath the waves Of their water graves and The water looked like cellophane, Reflecting stars back into space, And your eyes look that way to me. So, where we are, the hills are green But the white in your eyes is all I see Because it seems the world is a perfect sphere And that all things beautiful are gathered here And the water looked like cellophane, Reflecting stars back into space And your eyes look that way to me. Ah, look there, see that gleam? It's the sun and your eyes the beam. All out streams rise off your face- All I see is all your lace.