suns going down lets get together
on the bridge well meet up tonight
black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags
above the East Rivers northern lights
you see what I see
I thought it make believe
watched the sun rise
on my street
old cement makes for
a solid place to lay
bed of light grey
my bed of light grey
while I know its letters
that can spell
I hear now its words that can say
I decided to start writing less
and Im talking more everyday
sixteen of our friends
a five seat bright red van
curbside view
turn off of grand
pound my steering wheel
we yell to the windshield
Im finally home
Im finally home
no time for cameras
well use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
well be gone when were dead
no time for cameras
well use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold
every single car alarm we hear
well steal and throw through their window
my water comes straight from the tap
and those bottles are all just for show
I see that were made of
more then blood and bones
see were made of
sticks and stones
dont forget to breathe
need locks for your keys
dont forget to breathe now
forget to breathe now
no time for cameras
well use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
well be gone when were dead
no time for cameras
well use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold