Track Insight / Lyrics
Greyhound tires hiss on frozen asphalt
Camera strap cuts cold against my neck
Orchard gates lean like broken teeth
I slip the wire, hold my breath
Snow swallows boot prints, silent depth
Black leather waits on a low branch
Fingers curled round nothing, taking chance
Dusk paints the pears bruised purple-blue
My shutter clicks, catches you
Black leather waits, the frame rings true
Stitching worn thin at the knuckle seam
Lining still holds a ghost of steam
Five pockets empty, no receipts
Just frost crystals, sharp and sweet
I focus sharp on leather grain
Each scratch a mile, each scuff a name
Pump organ drones from a farmhouse porch
Dirty harmonica bites like a torch
Resonator slides on steel strings high
Kick drum thumps where shadows lie
Clock ticks loud in my chest cavity
Racing dawn to set this memory
Black leather waits on a low branch
Fingers curled round nothing, taking chance
Dusk paints the pears bruised purple-blue
My shutter clicks, catches you
Black leather waits, the frame rings true
No bus schedule, no home address
Just negatives drying in the dark
The gloves don't move, they don't confess
They hold the shape of a final spark
Shutter snaps, the moment parked
Fingers numb, I wind the film advance
Leather ghosts don't need a second chance
Backpack heavy with stolen frames
City lights call out dirty names
One last look at the empty cuffs
Snow fills the palms, calls my bluff
Black leather waits on a low branch
Fingers curled round nothing, taking chance
Dusk paints the pears bruised purple-blue
My shutter clicks, catches you
Black leather waits, the frame rings true
Black leather waits on a low branch
Fingers curled round nothing, taking chance
Dusk paints the pears bruised purple-blue
My shutter clicks, catches you
Black leather waits, the frame rings true
Yeah, black leather waits for me and you
Snow keeps falling on the leather
Negative drying, gone forever
