Put the camera down

You don't need to justify every single turn

You don't need apologize after every word

Give them grief or give them praise

Give them nothing take the praise

It'll come together by and by

Put the camera down

You don't have to be unarmed but put away that knife

There's no sound in our alarm, just a silent life

And you tell me how I fail

And I'll tell you once again

It'll come together by and by

Always chasing the same lead

The same old cobbled streets

Always barely head above the water

Always balancing the short end of the final straw

Always just an inch above the gutter

So is this it?

At your fingertips

Is a world in a cage

Tell me something

Say something you couldn't tell me

(Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me)

But you tend to recommend true

And without breaking a sweat

No plates

The disguises, the disguises, the disguises

Put the camera down

You don't need to second guess every fickle itch

You don't need to disavow every bygone stitched

Give them grief or give them grace

Give them nothing take the praise

It'll come together by and by