To Shoot Another Day
Impressionist art
Of amber and scarlet
On a window
The road in the rain
Focus and frame a single droplet
Reflect the object
All the protagonist's desires fade to black
I can be everything in my own play
Roll the film, I will cut it my way
I wear a briefcase and tie, and I feel like a spy
To shoot another day
To shoot another day
A hazy vignette, around [?]
Feel the creaking door sound, and the wolf howling outside at the moon
She was talkin' too soon
And it's the protagonist's desire to fade to black
To pull the curtain on her own life, turn her back
On the projection, and the cost that it leaves
Expose the film and cut the cameras and sing
I can be everything in my own play
Roll the film, I will cut it my own way
I wear a briefcase and tie, and I feel like a spy
To shoot another day
To shoot another day
It's the protagonist's desire to fade to black
To pull the curtain on her own life, turn her back
On the protection, and the costs that it leaves
Expose the film, cut the cameras and sing
I can be everything in my own play
Roll the film, I will cut it my way
I wear a briefcase and tie, and I feel like a spy
Oh!
Roll the film, I will cut it my way
I wear a briefcase and tie, and I feel like a spy
To shoot another day
To shoot another day
To shoot another day!
Of amber and scarlet
On a window
The road in the rain
Focus and frame a single droplet
Reflect the object
All the protagonist's desires fade to black
I can be everything in my own play
Roll the film, I will cut it my way
I wear a briefcase and tie, and I feel like a spy
To shoot another day
To shoot another day
A hazy vignette, around [?]
Feel the creaking door sound, and the wolf howling outside at the moon
She was talkin' too soon
And it's the protagonist's desire to fade to black
To pull the curtain on her own life, turn her back
On the projection, and the cost that it leaves
Expose the film and cut the cameras and sing
I can be everything in my own play
Roll the film, I will cut it my own way
I wear a briefcase and tie, and I feel like a spy
To shoot another day
To shoot another day
It's the protagonist's desire to fade to black
To pull the curtain on her own life, turn her back
On the protection, and the costs that it leaves
Expose the film, cut the cameras and sing
I can be everything in my own play
Roll the film, I will cut it my way
I wear a briefcase and tie, and I feel like a spy
Oh!
Roll the film, I will cut it my way
I wear a briefcase and tie, and I feel like a spy
To shoot another day
To shoot another day
To shoot another day!
Credits
Writer(s): Rosalie Cunningham
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