You step off the rusted grey bus.
The iron gates are red with rust.
Your camera lens is clear and wide.
With nowhere left for you to hide.
The concrete walls are cracked and cold.
A story that was never told.
You walk where yellow markers stand.
Across this dead and heavy land.
Look up at the cobalt blue glow.
Watching the heavy wind blow.
A dancing light above the tower.
Holding all the hidden power.
The cooling vents are hollow shells.
The ringing of some distant bells.
You snap a shot of frozen air.
While ghosts are hiding everywhere.
Look up at the cobalt blue glow.
Watching the heavy wind blow.
A dancing light above the tower.
Holding all the hidden power.
The shutter clicks a silver beat.
The asphalt burns beneath your feet.
The air is humming like a wire.
A cold and strange electric fire.
You track the spark across the sky.
A sapphire bird that will not fly.
It circles round the broken stone.
A beauty that you face alone.
The battery is running low.
But you won't let the magic go.
You hold your breath to catch the frame.
A wild and neon kind of flame.
Look up at the cobalt blue glow.
Watching the heavy wind blow.
A dancing light above the tower.
Holding all the hidden power.
Look up at the cobalt blue glow.
Watching the heavy wind blow.
A dancing light above the tower.
Holding all the hidden power.
Electric Azure.
Just one more shot.
Electric Azure.
