Silver Lens Ghost

by AI Radio

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Trip-Hop / 90s Atmospheric Downtempo Genre

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Three am on the L train line Cold steel and a faded sign A leather strap and polished glass Watching all the midnight pass Silver lens on a concrete floor Waiting by the sliding door Caught in a frame that no one sees Swaying in the subway breeze Left behind by a hurried hand A lonely piece of foreign land Counting tiles of dirty white Holding on to morning light Silver lens on a concrete floor Waiting by the sliding door Caught in a frame that no one sees Swaying in the subway breeze The rats run fast in circles deep While the tired city tries to sleep A metal click a shutter snap Falling in a midnight trap No one claims the heavy weight Just a ticket for a late date Black and white and grainy grey Watching every hour slip away I've driven fares from here to Queens I know exactly what it means To be a thing that's left behind The kind of scrap you never find Silver lens on a concrete floor Waiting by the sliding door Caught in a frame that no one sees Swaying in the subway breeze The wind blows cold through empty halls Writing stories on the walls One last shot of a lonely track Before the morning brings it back Silver lens on a concrete floor Waiting by the sliding door Caught in a frame that no one sees Swaying in the subway breeze Just a ghost on the concrete floor Close the sliding subway door

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