People With Cameras Are Waiting Songtext

then i show up and say, 'let's go. we're going to be late,' but late is how they like us to arrive.
the limo stops and you put one foot out and all the flash bulbs break the instant your foot hits the red carpet.
as we walk on broken glass and bloody paper filaments, we hear our names called to the stage for being the most beautiful people there.
they'll leave the honor for you and they'd do the same for me too.
they'll try to catch us in the perfect light.
i know that people with cameras are waiting.

a mirror can define polarity from similarity if it doesn't choke on its own heart

see the plaid pattern in the landscape...it spends all morning looking killer for you,