Cameras

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