This Town Needs Guns A Different Kind Of Tall (Small) Lyrics

The walls parallel lines
will act as your guides.
Into distance they divide
refracting bounced light.
Frequencies collide.

Open the aperture wide
to let the light inside
the lenses eye.
Focus the 50mm prime,
adjust the shutter speed time
just right.

Ingrained in the grain
and drunk on bokeh.
Cutting time into frame
in black, white and grey. Exposure
exposes all your highlights.
Think i'll stop down
and bracket stops either side.
Tilt, shift,
pull your body in tight.
Please don't be shy,
your form is too perfect to hide.

Proportion scorches emulsion
to stir emotion.
Shutter stops heart rates.
Hold your breath for camera shake.