كلمات Reuse The Cels

I should be glad to have you back But this time around, something’s turned to black Your pale body, a projection screen I know every frame, so many times that I’ve seen Will it be like before? Will it ever be the same? If we reuse the cels Would the color start to fade? It’s history that hasn’t happened yet Last time I cried, this time I sweat And doesn’t it seem an awful waste That all of our cells will get replaced? Will it be like before? Will it ever be the same? If we reuse the cels Would the color start to fade? Will it be like before? Will I lose you again? If we reuse ourselves Could there be any other end? If it’s just like before If I’m losing you again Still, we reuse the cels