You hold the lens to catch the grey
The canal water drifts away
A heavy fog wraps round the stone
You walk the bridge and feel alone
Turn the copper weather vane
Spinning in the winter rain
Looking for a way to go
While the frozen rivers flow
The metal bird is turning slow
Above the blacker depths below
You snap a frame of rusted gold
Before the evening air turns cold
Turn the copper weather vane
Spinning in the winter rain
Looking for a way to go
While the frozen rivers flow
You see a stranger by the rail
A ghostly figure, thin and pale
Two quiet souls in velvet mist
A sudden moment, softly kissed
Turn the copper weather vane
Spinning in the winter rain
Looking for a way to go
While the frozen rivers flow
The bus is waiting at the bend
Where all the narrow alleys end
The shutter clicks a final beat
Upon the damp and cobblestone street
The copper points toward the north
As both of you step bravely forth
A snapshot kept inside your sleeve
The only thing you'll never leave
Turn the copper weather vane
Spinning in the winter rain
Looking for a way to go
While the frozen rivers flow
Copper spin, winter thin.
Just a snapshot, let it in.
