Salt spray on the lens cap tight
Midnight drizzle kisses night
Tokyo alley holds its breath
Waiting for the flash of death
Rickenbacker bites the air
Bass line cuts like broken glass
Snare hits sharp as lighthouse stairs
Shout it out and make it last
I am brass and leather skin
Salt has eaten copper pin
Rain falls hard on optical glass
Developer waits for the pass
Light leaks through the weathered seam
ISO four hundred frames
Push the button hold the line
Negative will show the sign
Tokyo midnight develop me
Silver halide set me free
One frame left on the roll
Shout the shot into my soul
Film advance lever won't turn right
Spring is broken lost the fight
Silver crystals wait for photon kiss
Latent image won't be missed
Light leaks through the weathered seam
ISO four hundred frames
Push the button hold the line
Negative will show the sign
Tokyo midnight develop me
Silver halide set me free
One frame left on the roll
Shout the shot into my soul
I kept the light for thirty years
Through every storm and biting gale
Now I sleep in Tokyo rain
One click left to tell the tale
Riff tears through the alley night
Bass line drives like rising tide
Gang vocals rise a lighthouse light
Cut the dark open wide
Tokyo midnight develop me
Silver
