Photography - Touchtones Lyrics

Nightblue skyline
And all her hair leaning over
Malted red wine
It made you look so much older
No intention and
No expression and
No remorse for your courses
No remorse for your laws

She was banging on my stereo
Always telling me just where to go
Until I lost her down in SoHo
Dancing in the open road
No tunes, no show

No spotlight, no gold
Just want you physical
No balancing soul
Just need you physical

Your steady dial tone
Is calling me back home