I wanna live in black and white pictures
I wanna live in slow motion
Just like the pictures I've seen
Like the pictures of those beauty queens
They're hovering in a dream, or so it seems
I wanna live in an artist studio
With all of my friends
I wanna live with poets and writers
The stories would never end
Just like the movies of old
With the ones who broke the mold
They're suave and they're bold, or so I'm told
Look around and feel the sound
Your heart makes when it breaks
There's magic in the air
When the wind rides through your hair
Those moments are rare, I'm well aware
I wanna live in black and white pictures
I wanna live in slow motion
Just like the pictures I've seen
Like the pictures of those beauty queens
They're hovering in a dream, or so it seems