Track Insight / Lyrics
I am the lens of a Kodak frame,
Catching a flicker, a sudden flame.
Sleeve of a sweater, a frayed blue thread,
Sleeping on pages where stories are read.
Gold eye glow on the subway floor,
Lighting the way to an open door.
Last train is gone and the tiles are cold,
Turning the gray into shimmering gold.
Ink on a finger, a coffee stain,
Scent of a city after the rain.
He is a king in a paper crown,
Walking the tracks of a sleeping town.
Gold eye glow on the subway floor,
Lighting the way to an open door.
Last train is gone and the tiles are cold,
Turning the gray into shimmering gold.
Velvet paws stepping on concrete grit,
Where the dim yellow lanterns are lit.
He knows the corners where postcards lie,
Under a heavy and charcoal sky.
Gold eye glow on the subway floor,
Lighting the way to an open door.
Last train is gone and the tiles are cold,
Turning the gray into shimmering gold.
Flash on the shutter, a sudden white,
Cutting a hole through the middle of night.
Hold the breath steady, don't let it shake,
Capture the moment before it can break.
Back to the bookstore, the heavy glass,
Watching the midnight commuters pass.
One golden spirit, a feline light,
Keeping the platform vivid and bright.
Gold eye glow on the subway floor,
Lighting the way to an open door.
Last train is gone and the tiles are cold,
Turning the gray into shimmering gold.
Gold eye glow, Gold eye glow.
Click of the shutter, now let it go.
