she takes photographs to expose the world to who she is
she takes photographs to show the world the beauty in it
cause it has forgotten
her office life exists to pay the bills on time
she dreams to someday have a different life
cause this ones downtrotten
she escapes between the lines in the memos
to a place where love isn't forgotten
its only starting
she takes photographs
creates fantasylands
and bends light through horrors
with shadows and shades
expressions in collections of everything
stills with hearts beating
a slide show you should never miss for anything
she takes photographs to dispose the world of its limits
she shakes hour glasses to watch the sands' upside
in its downside
she escapes after the scheemers conference
to a place where dignity is honest eloquence
no casualties
she takes photographs
creates fantasy lands
and bends light through horrors
with shadows and shades
expressions in collections of everything
stills with hearts beating
a slide should you should never miss for anything
she escapes after work dinner parties
to a place where friendliness is honest
even silence works
she takes photographs
creates fantasy lands
and bends light through horrors
with shadows and shades
expressions in collections of everything
still with hearts beating
a slide show you should never miss for anything
rivers of parking meters
some sun off a windshield
and your dissapointment
with office life comes to mind
you've got a camera in your hand
this would make a great photograph
of whats waiting on the inside
cold steel and glare in your eyes
i'll sit out front and wait for you
and if you have to, take your time..
but i know it won't be long
like a song