Sun's going down let's get together
On the bridge we'll meet up tonightBlack pants, red sweatshirt and brown bags
Above the East River's northern lightsYou see what I see
I thought it make believe
Watched the sunrise
On my streetOld cement makes for
A solid place to lay
Bed of light grey
My bed of light greyWhile I know it's letters
That can spell
I hear now it's words that can sayI decided to start writing less
And I'm talking more everydaySixteen of our friends
A five seat bright red van
Curbside view
Turn off of GrandPound my steering wheel
We yell to the windshield
I'm finally home
I'm finally homeNo 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 goldEvery 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 showI see that we're made of
More then blood and bones
See we're made of
Sticks and stonesDon't forget to breathe
Need locks for your keys
Don't forget to breathe now
Forget to breathe nowNo 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 goldNo 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 goldNo 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
Songwriters
MATTHEW WESLEY JOHNSON, KIMBERLY ANN SCHIFINOPublished by
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