Track Insight / Lyrics
You find it leaning on the brick,
The shutter click is sharp and quick.
An old lens catches golden glare,
While humid heat hangs in the air.
Flash on the iron, light on the rust,
Turning the copper, shaking the dust.
Hold it right there in the purple glow,
Watching the summer river flow.
The fire escape is cold and black,
You feel the pull, you won't go back.
The metal stairs begin to climb,
A frozen beat, a piece of time.
Flash on the iron, light on the rust,
Turning the copper, shaking the dust.
Hold it right there in the purple glow,
Watching the summer river flow.
The coffee pot is humming low,
The street lamps start their yellow show.
You see the world through glass and grit,
The spark of life, the way it lit.
Flash on the iron, light on the rust,
Turning the copper, shaking the dust.
Hold it right there in the purple glow,
Watching the summer river flow.
The grease is popping on the grill,
The city noise is never still.
You press the button, catch the view,
A kind of magic, something new.
The sky turns plum, the wind is sweet,
The heavy asphalt burns your feet.
Stop for a second, breathe it in,
Where the old stories all begin.
The film is winding in the reel,
The kind of truth you only feel.
A silver strip of summer night,
Bathing the iron in the light.
Flash on the iron, light on the rust,
Turning the copper, shaking the dust.
Hold it right there in the purple glow,
Watching the summer river flow.
Silver frame, summer haze.
Silver frame, summer haze.
Just one shot.
One shot.
