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 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 --- Camera - Pavement