Track Insight / Lyrics
You frame the solder seams in blue
Each piece of sky you fit so true
Flux burns bright on lead came joints
Salt air cuts through grinding points
Lead lines hold the fractured light
Colors bleed through morning white
You map the bay in shards and flame
This pier becomes your window frame
Tourists pass with steaming cups
You barely pause, don't look up
Grozing pliers shape the curve
Where fog meets glass, you hold your nerve
Lead lines hold the fractured light
Colors bleed through morning white
You map the bay in shards and flame
This pier becomes your window frame
Camera hangs from calloused thumb
You catch the flux before it's done
A panel waits for kiln-fired paint
Copper foil holds every saint
Lead lines hold the fractured light
Colors bleed through morning white
You map the bay in shards and flame
This pier becomes your window frame
Alcatraz fades into gauze
You set the bevel, check the jaws
Came horseshoe nails the border tight
No gap for wind or creeping light
Night ferry horn splits low and long
You pack the glass, you hum a song
Tomorrow's panel: golden gate
Red oxide on a copper plate
Bus ticket tucked in wallet fold
Your photos developed, rich and cold
The artist waves, you raise the lens
One last frame before the journey ends
Lead lines hold the fractured light
Colors bleed through morning white
You map the bay in shards and flame
This pier becomes your window frame
Lead lines hold the fractured light
Colors bleed through morning white
Shutter clicks once in the mist
Morning mist lifts off the bay
