Behind the lens

Behind the lens

You got your groove back
Playing with your red glasses
In front of the camera
You can see angels
They flutter around you
Puckering their lips
Sunglasses and army fatigues
A drink in each hand
Straight from the fantasy factory
Looking for a movie star
Someone to burry
Coming to Maryland
You want to hang
You said you were packing your bags
Wanted me to send money For the bus
You always were the girl that got away
All about the love of music
I am reborn in your kiss
Paradise is always lost
Hidden in the nettles
Wanting to kick it
Forget to breathe
Running away
Wanting to escape
To be free from it all
Drawing cat whiskers
And little girl freckles
Your friend with her pink hair
Riding the multicolored horse
Hiding the puffiness
Trying to make the words
Come out correctly