bring yr camera, yr zoom lens

the ones that you stole from school

call it a draw, call it interest

pleased to meet you, such fast friends

round the fountain, the pavement

call it a small talk, call it meaningless

yr darkroom is the darkness of yr life

and you know well no one else can make it right

depth of field and the depth you feel at the core

and everyone you meet seems a painful bore

composition and balance

still you can’t compose yourself

let yr art talk! ain’t that what it’s for?

watch them try to make you care, but you won’t care

warning bells, security, don’t mean nothing don’t they?

if they don’t love you, you can’t make them love you

so what’s the point? was it all a waste of time?

bring yr camera, yr zoom lens

the ones that you stole from school

let yr heart talk! ain’t that what it’s for?