Track Insight / Lyrics
Bus tires hiss on wet cobblestone
Lens cap off, I frame the gloom
Fur bristles where the flash has shone
Slate shines dark as a photographer's tomb
Black cat prowls the October slate
Claws click rhythm on the ridge
No treat, no trick, just silent fate
Green eyes burn the foggy bridge
Black cat prowls the October slate
Jack-o-lanterns melt in gutter streams
Costume scraps snag on rusted wire
You count exposures, I count dreams
Each frame a ghost caught in the fire
Black cat prowls the October slate
Claws click rhythm on the ridge
No treat, no trick, just silent fate
Green eyes burn the foggy bridge
Black cat prowls the October slate
Saxophone seeps from basement doors
Mellotron flute drifts through cracked glass
Cat pauses, tails the midnight hours
One more shot before the moments pass
Black cat prowls the October slate
Claws click rhythm on the ridge
No treat, no trick, just silent fate
Green eyes burn the foggy bridge
Black cat prowls the October slate
Cello bows the gutter's edge
Organ breathes through leaded panes
We trade lenses on the ledge
Two runaways chasing rain
Dawn bleeds purple through the chimney stack
Cat vanishes like undeveloped film
You pocket the roll, I watch the track
Slate holds warmth where paws were still
Black cat prowls the October slate
Claws click rhythm on the ridge
No treat, no trick, just silent fate
Green eyes burn the foggy bridge
Black cat prowls the October slate
Black cat prowls the October slate
Shutter snaps. Slate keeps the secret.
