Depth of Field

And I could scarcely believe
We were talking in the kitchen
Oh, the way you looked right threw me
We have depth of field
What was once concealed is out in the open
With no holds barred
And nothing else so real
As our depth of field
Now four thousand miles away
Floating on a foreign object
It was Dutch to Dutch
From Italy to Lebanon
Count the seconds
Count the miles
Count the distance that surrounds us
All quiet now
On the Western front
We have depth of field
What was once concealed is out in the open
With no holds barred
And nothing else so real
As our depth of field
Yes I know you like the fast songs
You dig the complicated lines
It’s so simple
It’s so straight
Forever more
In a figure eight
We have depth of field
What was once concealed is out in the open
With no holds barred
And nothing else so real
As our depth of field