I have been needing inspiration for photography as of lately so I decided to seek it from songwriters: DURITZ, ADAM/BRYSON, DAVID/MALLEY, MATTHEW/BOWMAN, STEVE
Step out the front door like a ghost
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
Through myself and back again
Where?
Maria says she’s dying
Through the door I hear her crying
Why?
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she’s walking on a wire
In the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
And Takes her clothes off
Says she’s close to understanding Jesus
She knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal
Well I have trouble acting normal
Into the fog where no one notices
The contrast of white on white.
And in between the moon and you
The angels get a better view
Of the crumbling difference between wrong and right.
I walk in the air between the rain
Through myself and back again
Where?
Maria says she’s dying
Through the door I hear her crying
Why?
Round here we always stand up straight
Round here something radiates Maria came from Nashville with a suitcase in her hand
She said she’d like to meet a boy who looks like Elvis
And she walks along the edge of where the ocean meets the land
Just like she’s walking on a wire
In the circus
She parks her car outside of my house
And Takes her clothes off
Says she’s close to understanding Jesus
She knows she’s more than just a little misunderstood
She has trouble acting normal
Well I have trouble acting normal
Yet still I got nothing…
Thomas Martin Photo & Paint 