Nikon, Pt. 1 - Field Music

I imagine you down the basement floor of the museum

In the records room, away from view

The quiet life of family

Having been removed, through a quick escape to the island

When you walked upright, before the light

I could see you from the 11th floor of the hotel

Past the burned out books, toward a line

In either hand a shopping bag

So I loaded my Nikon up

And I started shooting

And you walked upright before the light