I thought that I was framed
Front and center,
But I'm distant
And your depth of field is shallow.
Low light turn to night
And all can be ignored.
Blind eyes, preoccupied
With the surface more than the core.
Low, low...
Though my lens is cracked,
Right down the center I saw you,
And through shattered light,
Your beauty remained flawless.
Low light turn to night
And all can be ignored.
Blind eyes, preoccupied
With the surface more than the core.
Low, low...