When the photographs you're taking now
Are taken down again
When the heavy clouds that hide the sun have gone
The millions of us on the hill from the start to lands end
When photographs you're taking now are taken now press send
(This is a precious opportunity beware of the photographs you are taking now)
We are flying over black sands
In a glass aeroplane
Crashing in slow motion in a another city scape game
Where the feeling is super natural
Like passing into other worlds
That end is dissolution when the mother ship it explodes
When the photographs you're taking now
Are taken down again
When the heavy clouds that hide the sun, have gone
The millions of us on the hill from the start to lands end
When photographs you're taking now are taken now press send
We were walking like zombies on over
To the church of John Coltrane
Eight hours on a bus from sunset with freedom taking cocaine
In the patient courts of nature
All is but a vanity
And the metronome that defeats you
Is the monochrome that you see
When the photographs you're taking now
Are taken down again
When the heavy clouds that hide the sun, have gone
The millions of us on the hill from the start to lands end
When photographs you're taking now are taken now press send
(This is a precious opportunity beware of the photographs you are taking now)
