I caught the glare on a silver lens
Where the long road of the living ends
White stone pillars in a heavy row
Watching the crimson river flow
Blood red pools on a marble floor
Open wide the heavy iron door
Drown the city in a ruby glare
Cold white columns in the heavy air
I hold the frame and I lock the light
Turning the black into vivid white
Step by step through the polished hall
Waiting for the heavy sky to fall
Buses run on a ghost-white line
Tracing the curve of a dark design
I see the salt on the velvet skin
Where the deep red currents all begin
Blood red pools on a marble floor
Open wide the heavy iron door
Drown the city in a ruby glare
Cold white columns in the heavy air
Flash the bulb in the hollow space
Freeze the look on a frozen face
Run the film through the metal gear
Everything is sudden, everything is clear
Shatter the glass of the golden cage
Write a new line on a heavy page
I take the shot and I leave the ghost
Heading west to the jagged coast
Blood red pools on a marble floor
Open wide the heavy iron door
Drown the city in a ruby glare
Cold white columns in the heavy air
Marble red, marble red
Keep the camera, leave the dead.
