| Red Camera |
|---|
| I saw her waiting |
| Through the needle nose |
| Through a pair of death pins |
| That tore her panty hose |
| Through her Clothes |
| Then she said stop |
| Breathe through this old tube |
| Burn a hole through coincidence |
| Make my heartache move |
| Oh she moves |
| I’ve already been there |
| Through the hospital |
| I want my own bed back |
| But there is no one left to call |
| To call |
