Casper & The Cookies
Duchamp’s Camera
The gray is much brighter in New YorkThe concrete, the sky, the pigeonsAglow in the yellow marquee lightsReopening old dimensionsWe’re breathing in the grime of an ancient dream-like timeI’m happy alone, but happier with youCapture the scene, check the machineMake sure the tape is rollingAll is viewed through a lens by DuchampOr I guess the camera’s brokenI left my glasses back in sleepy HackensackYou take my hand and lead me through the underground maze. Subways are shooting starsMelting your cinnamon heart.
From Letras Mania