Nikon, Pt. 1 Lyrics

I imagine you down the basement floor of the museum
In the records room, away from view
The quiet life of family
Having been removed, through a quick escape to the island
When you walked upright, before the light

I could see you from the 11th floor of the hotel Past the burned out books, toward a line
In either hand a shopping bag
So I loaded my Nikon up
And I started shooting
And you walked upright before the light

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