More songs by Greg Freeman
Description
Associated Performer, Producer: Greg Freeman
Producer, Recording Engineer, Associated Performer: Benny Yurco
Recording Engineer, Mixing Engineer: Adrian Olsen
Mastering Engineer: Josh Bonati
Studio Musician: Zack James
Studio Musician: Sam Atallah
Studio Musician: Cam Gilmour
Composer, Lyricist: Greg Freeman
Lyrics and translation
Original
Shot down in the shade of cardboard canyons
They cut the scene and saw blood on the cameraman
She could see the frame but never the picture
A live round spun and a split second flicker
Broke the depth of field like the neck of the Hangman
You looked to me like a pie in the window pane
I looked back like a mule in some bridle reins
Lyin' there naked through a point and shoot
If you got a secret, don't keep it too close to
Your chest
Just love me now and forget the rest
Does passion feel stupid when there's nothing left of me?
You laughed and said, "Yeah, the crime of the century"
But I was lost like a little child
In a wilderness where the west was way too wild
All I can say is that I don't mind
Like the silphium branch to the black bovine
She could see the frame but never the picture
A live round spun and a split second flicker broke