Film flies by 24 to a second
Sound is down slo-mo kiss beckons
The world it spins with a madman's grin
I've been too long too wrong too much outta touch baby with you
And her skin was satin
But i've never been more aware
Of that wound
As the fabric tears
Bus stop blues and exhausting views
The wages and the cost whatcha gained stacked against what you lost
There's the door where your treasure
Money's so demanding behind the door where Carol Merrill is standing
What's the sound of your dreams crashing
Through the tinted windshield guardrails all collapsing
She was vacant but smiling as she showed off the prize
What did Carol Merrill say when the camera died