I am speaking to you there without Question when I see last leaves still Safety pinned to the edges of central park It is you I note this for And when I see the colours and feel of clothes In the heavy gla** windows You are the one I am a camera for I survey all the faces on 5th avenue The henna coloured skater with her Green tutu and sagging chin every day Ice lit for a smile in the plaza I go to the cinemas full of lonely singles To remember dark images for you And you are the one I am a camera for In bars and elevators I am coding Messages receive this please over are you receiving me? The nights are long I just want to Speak with somebody, anybody I toss on the double bed, naked in blankets Out of reach are you still there? You are the one I am a camera for