Track Insight / Lyrics
I hold the heat inside my chest
The celluloid will never rest
A heavy spool of blackened ink
I watch the twilight start to blink
The gravel crunch is getting loud
The sky is just a purple cloud
The gear is locked, the belt is tight
I'm chasing down the dying light
Silver reel, burn the frame
Call the ghost by a secret name
Spin the wheel, cut the wire
Set the midnight sky on fire
He stands beside the rusted gate
A lonely man who learned to wait
His boots are worn, his coat is thin
I let the cinematic spin
The gravel crunch is getting loud
The sky is just a purple cloud
The gear is locked, the belt is tight
I'm chasing down the dying light
Silver reel, burn the frame
Call the ghost by a secret name
Spin the wheel, cut the wire
Set the midnight sky on fire
A strip of tape, a jagged tear
A sudden scent of ozone air
The image jumps, the colors bleed
A hungry hunger, a desperate need
Cold steel skin and a humming sound
Pinned against the frozen ground
One last flash of a golden street
Where the lonely lovers meet
Silver reel, burn the frame
Call the ghost by a secret name
Spin the wheel, cut the wire
Set the midnight sky on fire
The motor dies, the light goes gray
The evening washes all away
He turns around and walks the line
The ending comes, the stars align
Silver reel, burn the frame
Call the ghost by a secret name
Spin the wheel, cut the wire
Set the midnight sky on fire
Burn the frame, let it go
Slow it down, let it flow
