Tracking Shots-Craig Finn

Tracking Shots - Craig Finn Widen out the angle for the tracking shot While we fake our way through predictable plots Watch our lives play out in these parking lots With dead end cards and debit jobs We built it up and then it fell apart With sharpened sticks and body parts The freeways and the frontage roads The silver cans and burning coals You always hope You never know Cells and skulls and teeth and hair Faith and science Praise and prayer Louis pasteur with the rosary Some things you can't explain to me When I fell through your window well I felt pretty good I was thinking it was something we both understood I was thinking we could rise above Something like love or close enough A way to live A train to make The whistle blows The metal scrapes The lighters and the burners The kettle and the steam Haunted houses Bumper cars Weekends at the water parks Shut your eyes and shudder at The laughter and the screams Still getting used to the new dream You hope like hell But you never know Bullet points and bullet holes The digi scales and the dollar signs The chemicals tell lazy lies She kissed him hard And they laughed a bit She said baby don't get hurt for this It's not worth it now And it probably never was The righteous path is hard to walk The skeletons make sexy talk The nights are dark The money's green The bills still smell like gasoline So park it up and hit the locks Our lives play out in parking lots The prayers against the chemistry On the fringes of the scene Still getting used to the new dream Still getting used to the new dream Burn it up and boil it off The righteous path is hard to walk He can't take another incident He's got a girl and she's been good to him Hit the lights and shield your eyes 'Cross yourself when someone dies Shut your eyes and shudder at The laughter and the screams Still getting used to the new dream Still getting used to the new dream