These fields of blurred submemories,
we thought we 'd rise above
and get away with a picture.
You seem so distant, so divine,
i wish i couldn't care
sometimes i just need to snap off.
I feel worn out and tired i feel
please could you leave me here
i just got shot by the sweet breeze.
There is a wall of glass to climb
to see the other side
but how shall we take more pictures
It' s nice to see you here.
Shoot me now.