I tune the ivory keys
The autumn air has a breeze
I see the red sidewalk shine
A perfect golden design
Oh the crimson brick glow
Where the slow currents flow
Caught in a lens and a frame
A city without any name
I snap a shot of the street
Where the old and the new meet
Your fingers adjust a tight wire
The amber light starts a fire
Oh the crimson brick glow
Where the slow currents flow
Caught in a lens and a frame
A city without any name
The bus smells of diesel and rain
I watch the commuters in pain
You hear a sharp note in the air
A tension we both have to share
Oh the crimson brick glow
Where the slow currents flow
Caught in a lens and a frame
A city without any name
My bag is heavy with film
I steer this ship at the helm
You tighten the peg with a click
The magic is subtle and quick
The waltz of the cello is deep
While the tired buildings all sleep
One turn of the screw and it rings
The song that the cobblestone sings
The sunset is orange and bold
The story is waiting be told
I capture the glint of your tool
A moment that breaks every rule
Oh the crimson brick glow
Where the slow currents flow
Caught in a lens and a frame
A city without any name
Crimson brick glow
Golden and low
Just one more shot
The only spot
