Camera

In the corporate land

In the offices of double-digit floors

Eyes on a wayward move

It's a shame you never played

Never learned a way to remind you

I've gotta remember

Do you remember my trust lost?

Descending from a crowd

And all the city streets are loud

You were born to be a camera

A pocket of memories

An installation set up on your bedroom floor

Makes you sing about the photographs before

Before you run off to the lazy store

Run back there ask for more

Ascending from a crowd(Ascending Ascending Ascending)

These city streets they are too loud(And all the city streets are loud)

You were born to be a camera(Born born born to be a camera)

And all, all the flutters shut