Rerunning the line check from yesterday It's like you see right through these walls Until you come back down from paradise Because you've seen this film before But all it takes is one and it got so close We used to stay up late on Flamingc Road Staying out of sight as we lost control All shot on a super eight But I could see you in a different light A little too real for a Friday night And I watched it play back in double time And faded from your sight Been calling shots out of your hiding place The color grade starts to decay The rhythm's off but you know that When it's over Memories start to fade to grey But now I can't hear you through the answerphone Spin my life around like you only know And Iwatch the tape trying to decode But I'm getting nowhere And every time I go strike out on my own You watch me hit the deck like a falling stone And I watch the light as it starts to go Reflected through Ektachrome And now it's so, so strange That l've been cut out of the frame As you roll the super eight It'sso, so strange That I've been cut out of the frame As you roll the super eight It's all the same A lifetime of memories made Right here on acetate It'sso, so strange That l've been cut out of the frame As you roll the super eight