dead photographers

we got dipped in silver, we got hollow cores, we had sacks of daylight, we were awful bored, too late we find our feet, we start rushing to the floor, rushing to the floor, and you might be captured, and you can stay, but i'm moving away, from dead photographers, i'm moving away, from dead photographers, all this beauty in the way, all this beauty in the way, we had shallow water, we had feet of clay, we had hours of daylight, we were turning gray, too late we find our tide, draining out into the bay, out into the bay, and you might be captured, and you can stay, but i'm moving away, from dead photographers, i'm moving away, from dead photographers, all this beauty in the way, all this beauty in the way,