Casper & The Cookies - DuChamp's Camera lyrics

The gray is much brighter in New York The concrete, the sky, the pigeons Aglow in the yellow marquee lights Reopening old dimensions We're breathing in the grime of an ancient dream-like time I'm happy alone, but happier with you Capture the scene, check the machine Make sure the tape is rolling All is viewed through a lens by Duchamp Or I guess the camera's broken I left my gla**es back in sleepy Hackensack You take my hand and lead me through the underground maze. Subways are shooting stars Melting your cinnamon heart.