Point and Shoot Songtext
von Greg Freeman

Shot down in the shade of cardboard canyons
They cut the scene and saw blood on the cameraman

She could see the frame but never the picture
A live round spun and a split second flicker
Broke the depth of field like the neck of the Hangman


You looked to me like a pie in the window pane
I looked back like a mule in some bridle reins
Lyin′ there naked through a point and shoot
If you got a secret, don't keep it too close to
Your chest
Just love me now and forget the rest

Does passion feel stupid when there′s nothing left of me?
You laughed and said, "Yeah, the crime of the century"
But I was lost like a little child
In a wilderness where the west was way too wild

All I can say is that I don't mind
Like the silphium branch to the black bovine

She could see the frame but never the picture
A live round spun and a split second flicker broke