sun's going down let's get together
on the bridge we'll meet up tonight
black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags
above the East River's 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 it's letters
that can spell
I hear now it's words that can say
I decided to start writing less
and I'm 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
I'm finally home
I'm finally home
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we'll be gone when we're dead
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold
every single car alarm we hear
we'll steal and throw through their window
my water comes straight from the tap
and those bottles are all just for show
I see that we're made of
more then blood and bones
see we're made of
sticks and stones
don't forget to breathe
need locks for your keys
don't forget to breathe now
forget to breathe now
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we'll be gone when we're dead
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold
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Matt and Kim - Cameras Lyrics
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sun's going down let's get together
on the bridge we'll meet up tonight
black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags
above the East River's 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 it's letters
that can spell
I hear now it's words that can say
I decided to start writing less
and I'm 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
I'm finally home
I'm finally home
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we'll be gone when we're dead
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold
every single car alarm we hear
we'll steal and throw through their window
my water comes straight from the tap
and those bottles are all just for show
I see that we're made of
more then blood and bones
see we're made of
sticks and stones
don't forget to breathe
need locks for your keys
don't forget to breathe now
forget to breathe now
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we'll be gone when we're dead
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold
on the bridge we'll meet up tonight
black pants red sweatshirt and brown bags
above the East River's 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 it's letters
that can spell
I hear now it's words that can say
I decided to start writing less
and I'm 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
I'm finally home
I'm finally home
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we'll be gone when we're dead
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold
every single car alarm we hear
we'll steal and throw through their window
my water comes straight from the tap
and those bottles are all just for show
I see that we're made of
more then blood and bones
see we're made of
sticks and stones
don't forget to breathe
need locks for your keys
don't forget to breathe now
forget to breathe now
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we'll be gone when we're dead
no time for cameras
we'll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold
Writer: KIMBERLY ANN SCHIFINO, MATTHEW WESLEY JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © NETTWERK MUSIC GROUP
Copyright: Lyrics © NETTWERK MUSIC GROUP