I'm a camera and you're the sun.I wake up early as the 
whole world comes undone around us. Well, thank God love 
found us-- two people in a big, big room. I've got a 
quarter and i'm waiting for the moon to show me every lie 
they told you about me. Happy birthday in a sad, sad 
song. I try to tell you but it always takes so long.
When you hit your mark, the arrow pierced straight 
through my heart where it got stuck in my chest. Now 
there's blood falling all over your dress.
Days go by and I will follow. I don't mind. The night 
will fall. The sun will come again.
I can't stand the state I'm in. I've got a ticket and I 
think I'm going to win tonight.
I just might ask you to sing along.
You know the meter but you haven't heard the song yet. 
Three words and the gift of time.
Four months and we fall into this rhyme without a reason. 
Maybe it's just the season.
An awkward gesture or pantomime, you take direction but 
refuse to heed the signs.
If not forever, we've always got September.
That's a start.
I put my quarter in your heart-- that was the best part.
A door opens and I see the sun.
I look at her and know that she's the only one.
I have no doubt.
Baby, take your camera out.