Celluloid

are we on the run
the dust of a night in the eyes
I capture it on celluloid to see and to believe
that this was all real
we are all just trying to arrive somewhere
we are all just trying to arrive at home
we are all just turning on our own axis
we are all just turning on our own axis
and tons of swallowed words and lullabies
we drown with the sun
in a shower of sparks we rise
I capture it on celluloid to see and to believe
that this was all real
we are all just trying to arrive somewhere
we are all just trying to arrive at home
we are all just turning on our own axis
we are all just turning on our own axis
and tons of swallowed words and lullabies
and tons of unlived dreams and alibis
and tons of unseen days and bitter nights