You stand where the salt air blows
Where the wild coastal jasmine grows
You hold a lens to the dying light
To catch the gold before the night
Project the sky on a canvas of gray
Watch how the colors all flicker away
Spin the reel fast till the images blur
Wake up the ghost of a memory stir
Your fingers touch the rusted wheel
The coldness of a heavy steel
The harbor wind pulls at your coat
Beside a lonely weathered boat
You click the shutter, freeze the tide
Where all the hidden secrets hide
The white foam breaks on a jagged stone
You face the evening all alone
Project the sky on a canvas of gray
Watch how the colors all flicker away
Spin the reel fast till the images blur
Wake up the ghost of a memory stir
A flicker of white on a dark velvet screen
The sharpest detail you have ever seen
The harbor is humming a low rhythmic beat
The salt on your skin and the cold on your feet
The city lights blink far below
While the orange embers start to glow
You wind the film in a steady line
Waiting for the perfect star to shine
Project the sky on a canvas of gray
Watch how the colors all flicker away
Spin the reel fast till the images blur
Wake up the ghost of a memory stir
Silver frame, harbor blue
Looking back, looking through
Just a frame, looking through
