You rock slow on splintered slats
Shutter clicks a steady beat
Film grain drinks the freezing air
Stone walls hum beneath your feet
Bus fumes fade behind your back
Highway lines turn white to black
Rocking chair keeps perfect time
Ancient bells begin to chime
Rocking stone beneath the snow
Porch wood sings a song you know
Camera captures what won't show
Temple wakes in undertow
Frost etches the window glass
Lens cap off you watch it pass
Carved faces sleep in ice rows
Rocking rhythm gently grows
Bus fumes fade behind your back
Highway lines turn white to black
Rocking chair keeps perfect time
Ancient bells begin to chime
Rocking stone beneath the snow
Porch wood sings a song you know
Camera captures what won't show
Temple wakes in undertow
Film canister winds tight and loud
Snow drifts swallow highway cloud
Stone fingers grip the mountain root
Rocking chair stays absolute
Shutter snaps the silence breaks
Mountain wakes and mountain shakes
You shoot the dark you shoot the light
Temple screams through frozen night
Rocking stone beneath the snow
Porch wood sings a song you know
Camera captures what won't show
Temple wakes in undertow
Dawn cracks open purple gray
Rocking slows to end the day
Negative holds the temple sound
Snow melts on the frozen ground
Rocking stone beneath the snow
Porch wood sings a song you know
Camera captures what won't show
Temple wakes in undertow
Rocking stone won't let you go
Shutter clicks one final time
Rocking stone stays in your mind