I hear the click clack click of the camera eye
Bent by the rays of the summer sun
Fall sick and quietly
Drown in the cracks, in the cracks of her windshield
There is a wind that blows through the window
Slip, fall down and b**p my little head
But there is no sympathy
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
I hung around with you in your bedroom
Counting all your fingers and your toes
To pose for photographs
Keeping the time with the flicks of your fingers
We fell asleep too tired to remember
All the things we did that afternoon
To make my summer head
Float like a bug on the skin of the water
Shutterbug, I could not wait to get my fingers on you
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
Bent by the rays of the summer sun
Fall sick and quietly
Drown in the cracks, in the cracks of her windshield
There is a wind that blows through the window
Slip, fall down and b**p my little head
But there is no sympathy
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
I hung around with you in your bedroom
Counting all your fingers and your toes
To pose for photographs
Keeping the time with the flicks of your fingers
We fell asleep too tired to remember
All the things we did that afternoon
To make my summer head
Float like a bug on the skin of the water
Shutterbug, I could not wait to get my fingers on you
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall
Shutterbug, you are the end, you are the writing on the wall