I didnt like the colour orange as it creeps across my floor At midnight Now it takes on a new shape In the headlights I walk in time to crooked lines You flip the script I'm not off book yet I guess that's what I get It's movie night But lights are too good to be true And I just might Break my camera finding you It's movie night But the lights are too good to be true And I just might There's a hole in the cieling And you point down at me Everytime I got feeling You get a hold of me I throw my mirror out the window To make your portrait on the street You didn't like it too much But you said I was Sweet I'm sweet It's movie night But lights are too good to be true And I just might Break my camera finding you It's movie night But the lights are too good to be true And I just might Didnt like, didnt like, didnt like the colour orange Didnt like, didnt like, didnt like the colour orange Didnt like, didnt like, didnt like the colour orange Didnt like, didnt like, didnt like the colour orange Its movie night But lights are too good to be true And I just might Break my camera finding you Its movie night But the lights are too good to be true And I just might Break my camera finding you