Petter Rylén - Camera Song

Like mirror glass that's turned inside out
I'm an imaginary creature
Searching the holy heart of the hand
To hold when I fail
Fail for the times I didn't try hard enough
Sleeping with just my right brain half
Left is all awake
Can I cut it off
Pajamas myself free

Nothing coming out of my mouth
Nose bleeding cause I'm stuck
There's red lights never turning
Everybody is making
I'm just changing
Time stopped still but I keep growing older

But when I pick up the camera
Although not feeling too glamorous
I just sit to write a boring song
Suddenly the boredom starts to come along
Going on adventures even though I'm at home
Not even bothered anymore that I'm alone
Cause when I pick up the camera
All I can see is the fun

The dread, piece by piece, I keep trying
Shoulders hurting from carrying arms
Go sleep continue later
Even if got these words out
Of my Roti tomato gut
Silly surface level facial expressions

When I pick up the camera
Although not feeling too glamorous
I just sit to write a boring song
Suddenly the boredom starts to come along
Going on adventures even though I'm at home
Not even bothered anymore that I'm alone
When I pick up the camera

Written by:
Anders Rylén

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