OUT OF FRAME V2

Genre: Mainstream Funk-Pop / Contemporary R&B Tempo: 112 BPM Time Signature: 4/4 Key: B minor — provisional Vocal: Female solo — soulful mezzo-soprano Mood: Playful, liberating, stylish, warm, self-assured INTRO Hold that pose. Wait— Look at me. No. Look here. VERSE 1 You turned the room to catch the light, Moved every chair until it looked right. You fixed my collar, raised my chin, Said, "Give me that smile. Don't let it slip." But in the window, side by side, Our shadows had a better time. You watched the screen; I watched them move. I took your hand and pulled you through. PRE-CHORUS You keep chasing seconds that won't stay, I hear the whole street calling us away. You press save, but the moment's gone— Come on, the night is moving on. CHORUS I look better out of frame, When the streetlights blur and the plans misbehave. When my hair comes loose in the summer rain, When nothing goes right but we laugh anyway. Don't crop the noise, don't smooth the shake, Don't cut the parts that you can't recreate. If you wanna know me, don't look for a name— You'll find the real me out of frame. POST-CHORUS Out of frame — let it roll, Out of frame — lose control. No retake, no perfect take, That's the life you can't recreate. Out of frame! Out of frame! That's where the real ones stay. VERSE 2 We missed the sunset by a mile, You checked the time; I called it style. A taxi sent the rain our way, You cursed the sky — I danced in the spray. Your good shoes soaked, my lipstick gone, A neon sign kept blinking on. No camera caught the way you laughed, Or how we took the long way back. PRE-CHORUS You keep chasing seconds that won't stay, I hear the whole street calling us away. You press save, but the moment's gone— Come on, the night is moving on. CHORUS I look better out of frame, When the streetlights blur and the plans misbehave. When my hair comes loose in the summer rain, When nothing goes right but we laugh anyway. Don't crop the noise, don't smooth the shake, Don't cut the parts that you can't recreate. If you wanna know me, don't look for a name— You'll find the real me out of frame. POST-CHORUS Out of frame — let it roll, Out of frame — lose control. No retake, no perfect take, That's the life you can't recreate. Out of frame! Out of frame! That's where the real ones stay. BRIDGE No filter knows the sound you make When you laugh so hard your voice gives way. No lens can catch that half-second You reach for me before you think. So let it blur, let the whole thing shake, Let the night leave marks we never erase. If all we have is this one take— I wouldn't change a single frame. FINAL CHORUS I look better out of frame, When the streetlights blur and the plans misbehave. When my hair comes loose in the summer rain, When nothing goes right but we laugh anyway. Don't crop the noise, don't smooth the shake, Don't cut the parts that you can't recreate. If you wanna know me, don't look for a name— You'll find the real me out of frame. FINAL POST-CHORUS Out of frame — let it roll, Out of frame — lose control. No retake, no perfect take, That's the life you can't recreate. Out of frame! Out of frame! That's where the real ones stay. OUTRO One more picture? Only if we don't pose. Deal. Come on.