Rerunning the line check from yesterday
It's like you see right through these walls
Until you come back down from paradise
Because you've seen this film before
But all it takes is one and it got so close
We used to stay up late on Flamingc Road

Staying out of sight as we lost control
All shot on a super eight
But I could see you in a different light
A little too real for a Friday night
And I watched it play back in double time

And faded from your sight
Been calling shots out of your hiding place
The color grade starts to decay
The rhythm's off but you know that
When it's over

Memories start to fade to grey
But now I can't hear you through the answerphone
Spin my life around like you only know
And Iwatch the tape trying to decode
But I'm getting nowhere

And every time I go strike out on my own
You watch me hit the deck like a falling stone
And I watch the light as it starts to go
Reflected through Ektachrome
And now it's so, so strange

That l've been cut out of the frame
As you roll the super eight
It'sso, so strange
That I've been cut out of the frame
As you roll the super eight

It's all the same
A lifetime of memories made
Right here on acetate
It'sso, so strange
That l've been cut out of the frame
As you roll the super eight