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