You step off Greyhound on cracked grey asphalt
Fog swallows the signpost the map you forgot
Camera heavy in your denim jacket pocket
Shutter finger itching for a click to lock it
Radio spits static from a pawn shop speaker
White noise bleeding through the parking meter
You frame the dark where the streetlights die
Focus ring turns letting the night slide by
Look through the glass where the monsters hide
White noise blooming on the rising tide
Two strangers frozen in a flash of white
Viewfinder static burns the night
Viewfinder static burns the night
She leans on the railing by the lakeview rail
Blue dress tearing on a rusted nail
Eyes like headlights in the pea-soup air
You raise the camera hold your breath don't dare
She smiles slow pulls a cigarette out
Light flares brief chases the fog and doubt
Radio spits static from a pawn shop speaker
White noise bleeding through the parking meter
She takes the print watches the image bloom
Standing close in the waiting gloom
Look through the glass where the monsters hide
White noise blooming on the rising tide
Two strangers frozen in a flash of white
Viewfinder static burns the night
Viewfinder static burns the night
Linoleum curls under hospital shoes
Mannequin limbs in the corners refuse
Flash pops sharp in the pill-bottle dark
She grips your wrist her fingers ice and bone
Look through the glass where the monsters hide
White noise blooming on the rising tide
Two strangers frozen in a flash of white
Viewfinder static burns the night
Viewfinder static burns the night
Great knife dragging on the metal grate
You count exposures you seal the fate
Pyram
