Super 8

Seasons greetings on a shoreline day
Threading it along through a super 8
She sways in the movie, he got something to see
No joy ever after
Don't bring me back to get some more
I can close my eyes and see her
I'm looking at what we were before
I can close my eyes and see her
Paris is waiting in a vacant lot
She wanted something he couldn't figure out
A shot in his pouch, a piece of land
No joy ever after
In one burst of fire she dreamed about escaping
To a place without language, she vanishes the trailer
Every man has his voice in her silent routine
No joy ever after
Don't bring me back to get some more
I can close my eyes and see her
I'm looking at what we were before
I can close my eyes and see her
I'm looking at what we were before
I can close my eyes and see her