Making love to the camera

Will there be a picture left to snap,
or will my face just detach itself,
and get caught up in the public eye?
Let it take mine

It feels just like
It feels just like making love to the camera
It feels just like
It feels just like making love, making love

If what goes on here doesn't stay in this room
We're gonna spread the word to leaving room to grow
And if we blossom ... trees
I swear I'll still be the same as I was as a seed

And if these branches hold a leaf
They'll hold convictions
I believe
This is the beginning of something
Too strong to break now

It feels just like
It feels just like making love to the camera
It feels just like
It feels just like making love, making love