Making Pictures

Picture me and you together now
You're all done up and you smell like spring
Your eyes light up as I light your cigaret and then
You walk towards your pink painted boudoir
There's no telling what this night may bring
I was only making pictures
I thought life was a movie so I moved like a star
Only just pretending
I wrote the screenplay anyway
See just how far we can go

City streets soft summer settings
I'm walking barefoot on a hot tin roof
They just might catch me sometimes I hope they will
'Cause nothing seems to matter when you're always on the move
And nothing really moves me like a movie moves
Only making pictures
Freeze frame crying game
See just how high we can fly

And so I wound up in passtime paradise
Breathtaking beauty in sweet coated lies
The smell of sin on every corner of the street
And so I found instead of getting what you want
Sometimes you wind up with what you really don't need
Only making pictures
Flashback buzztrack
See just how low you can go

Three rebel rousers twohundred one night stands
Hanging lose with in the boys in the band
Crashing the side stage without the slightest doubt
All set for gold and even makin mummy proud
But in the end you can't win with just one little indian
Only making making pictures
Headshot rough cut
See just how far we can...

I moved like a star
Flashback fade to black
Splitscene widescreen
Long-short story board
Only making pictures...