Closed Circuit Television Video (MV)

Whispering trees in mellow colors
A pulsing eye inside a plastic cast
Giving off a gentle buzz
Turning in its metal cradle
Ignoring its innate constraints

From inside out it always follows
Corrupted pictures stretch across the glass
To catch and never question
All that gets behind the pinhole
Processed, stored and stashed away

She's such a sweetheart, look at her go
Oh, she's such a sweetheart, look at her go

It's all just a walk in the park
Why would she care
She'll fall for the shot in the dark
Why should she care
It's nothing but a passing interest
Nothing but a passing interest

Crunching leaves beneath her feet
Her crystal retina scans around the scene
Still untouched by her own hands
Anthracite from shoulders upward
Nothing to write home about

Neurons stuck in metal sheeting
She runs her fingers through the liquid screen
Spoiling all reflections
She thinks it's just not worth the effort
To let perspectives turn around

Because she's such a sweetheart, look at her go
Oh, she's such a sweetheart, look at her go

It's all just a walk in the park
Why would she care
She'll fall for the shot in the dark
Why should she care
It's nothing but a passing interest
Nothing but a passing interest

Anthracite from shoulders upward
Nothing to write home about
She thinks it's just not worth the effort
To let perspectives turn around, around, around yeah
Because she's such a sweetheart, look at her go
Oh, she's such a sweetheart, look at her go

It's all just a walk in the park
Why would she care
She'll fall for the shot in the dark
Why should she care
It's nothing but a passing interest
Nothing but a passing interest
Nothing but a passing interest