Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In the Lens , by - Gaba Kulka. Song from the album Out, in the genre АльтернативаRelease date: 24.04.2013
Record label: Mystic
Song language: English
In the Lens |
| There’s a fair tall man in a black parked car |
| with a blood-red heart in the shape of a cigar |
| I enter in the east, I leave in the west |
| With his hands on my shoulders — he says: |
| They’re giving, taking, taking again and mistaking |
| one for the other, they can’t get anywhere that way |
| Whereas our love is the kind of love that scars, so they can’t do better if they try |
| Won’t you calm down, child |
| I consulted God about our feelings |
| He says he will grant three wishes if we let him go They couldn’t play us anymore |
| They couldn’t shoot and write the score |
| If they would like obedience |
| chop our celluloid middle fingers |
| They couldn’t script this anymore |
| They couldn’t budget out this |
| whole humongous, paranoid, scardelicious thing called love |
| This thing called love |
| Well, the Hollywood execs lead you to the stairs |
| they shoot through your knees and expect you to climb first |
| And all the breadcrumbs you followed have fallen through the cracks |
| between chorus-girl Jills and the walk-on Jacks |
| They know, they gotta pay their dues to go But, oh, they’re slow, with no concept of a kitchen door |
| and only fools keep |
| Giving, giving, having nothing to believe in they’ll just get used and thrown away with nothing left to say |
| Whereas our love is the kind of love that scars, so they can’t do better if they try |
| Won’t you hold on, child |
| I consulted God about our contract |
| There’s an option to prolong it till the Judgement Day |
| Later -I just cannot say, well |
| They couldn’t play us anymore |
| They couldn’t shoot and write the score |
| If they would like obedience |
| chop our celluloid middle fingers off |
| They couldn’t script this anymore |
| They couldn’t budget out this |
| whole humongous, paranoid, scardelicious thing called love |
| This thing called love |
| Now, won’t you |
| Look in the lens |
| Look in the lens, for me, now |
| Look in the lens, I’m in there |
| Look in the lens |
| I will be there |
| Look in the lens |
| Wave at the lens |
| Blow a kiss at the lens |
| Look straight into |
| In the lens |
| I will be there |
| Look at the lens |
| Look in the lens |