Found the case by the heavy door
Rusting nails on the workshop floor
Ivy climbs up the cedar wall
Waiting for the summer to fall
Plastic lens with a yellow haze
Caught inside of a golden glaze
Heavy dials and a clicking gear
Bringing all of the ghosts so near
Flash the frame and freeze the scene
Colors fade to a vintage green
Capture what the wild grass knows
Where the hidden clover grows
Tangled vines in the garden bed
Sleeping where the old roses bled
Hedge is thick and the fence is low
Watching how the wild weeds grow
Flash the frame and freeze the scene
Colors fade to a vintage green
Capture what the wild grass knows
Where the hidden clover grows
Hold the breath and hold the line
Wait for all the stars to align
One last click in the evening air
Finding something still living there
Developing in a darkroom tray
Washing all of the gray away
Paper wet and the image clear
Suddenly the distance is near
Copper wire and a broken shed
Tracing lines where the spirits tread
Now I see what the camera found
Rooted deep in the frozen ground
Flash the frame and freeze the scene
Colors fade to a vintage green
Capture what the wild grass knows
Where the hidden clover grows
Silver grain, hold the light
Silver grain, hold it tight
