Peter Krey - Trumpet
Ash Krey - Acoustic Guitar
Marc Maynon - Vocals / Piano / Bass
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I wrote it a couple days before Halloween 2014 in a kind of spooky mood.
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A vintage lens, it captured you
And made me believe that it was true
Don't ask me how long I've felt this way
And now we're alone, I still can't say
I sit in a chair, I sit on the ground
I tear out my hair, I jump up and down
But words can't explain, so I'll make no sound
I look through green glass that litters the shore
I take off my mask, I'm outside your door
And in the dead of the night, and in a desolate place
We're covered in fright, I'm gonna show you my face
A vintage lens, it captured you
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