I catch a frame of gray and gold
A story that is never told
You pull the bow across the string
I wait to see what songs you bring
Find the note that cuts the haze
Lost inside a velvet maze
Hold the line until it's clear
Now the missing sound is here
The river flows in heavy ink
I stand right on the rusted brink
Your fingers trace a lonely line
I hope this frozen shot is mine
The bus is late the sky is cold
The copper coins are getting old
You play a chord that feels like home
Two strangers in the city foam
Find the note that cuts the haze
Lost inside a velvet maze
Hold the line until it's clear
Now the missing sound is here
Wait for the shutter to click fast
Make this one moment really last
Turn the page, shift the heavy gear
Everything we need is here
I pack my lens and walk away
The river turns a deeper gray
Your music fades into the white
Until we meet another night
Find the note that cuts the haze
Lost inside a velvet maze
Hold the line until it's clear
Now the missing sound is here
Silver bridge, silver mist. One last frame.
One last note.
