Bring the camera

I’ll act natural

For you

Set the scene

Somewhere we’ve been

Pursued in finding

Fold your hands up

It’s so candid I

Could build a whole new town

On this mound

Until it’s gone

And you’re a problem

You should know

You don’t have to go

You shoot me

And I’ll shoot you

And we can make documentaries too

Shelve the senses

It depends if

You’re cool

To set the scene

Somewhere between the rough and winding

Bring the house warm

Under shuddering sky

I’ll hold you in my arms

All the stars

Justify us and you’re anointed

But you should know

The feelings won’t grow

You shoot me

And I’ll shoot you

And we can make documentaries too

Yeah we can make documentaries too baby

Black and blue honey

It’s what we do

Uh, table for two?

(scatting)

Yeah it’s you

It’s always been you

Or is it me?

I don’t know what I should do, well now...

Just say you’ll come through, my love

You shoot me

I’ll shoot you

And we can make documentaries too, too

And we can have fun

And we can stand up

And we can do things the doctor wouldn’t like us to do

And we can stay up late

Have fun and wait for tomorrow to break

Work me so hard you

Walk by the shore to keep out of bed at night

I don’t really– I don’t really know, uh...

Oh yes…

Troubled times, troubled times, troubled times...