Tourists Taking Photographs

Shook the trees and took the land Thread the keys right through your hand Covering our tracks as we're left racing over sand Escape into the parallax Waiting for the gold collapse The distance is not far enough for you to understand Don't go, don't go to sleep Through your hands you thread the key Voices that will wake the street My hold has turned to sand A tourist in a photoflash People talking back to back The distance is not far enough for you to understand A quarter for a paperback Please don't let the words distract The distance is not far enough for you to understand