Camera

In the corporate land In the offices of double-digit floors Eyes at a wayward move

It's a shame you never played Never learned no 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) These city streets, they are too loud (all the city streets are loud) Too loud, you were born to be a camera (you were born to be a camera) And all, all the flutters shut