Full life, mind prickling at the seams. Ever ready to record, always missing the mark. Bashful to face the lens. There it is, those eyes. Won't lose focus again. Your blurry smile whipping sideways, I see it in my frame. Yosemite. Your slow motion fall off smirk. Beach baby. Find the uncomfortable, bring you along, and we will create. MoMa rain. Red carpet, old carpet, Pamela or Oxford. Doesn't matter. It's always opening night as I draw you into arms. On stage premiering our little life. Our life again and again. The best story I'll ever be. Before fade to black, lights off, and tally dim. We roll baby. Let's roll.