Grey sky breaks in a heavy snap
Flash bulbs pop like a sudden trap
Copper needle on a black disc spin
Let the thunder let the cold air in
Wind it up till the spring goes tight
Tracing edges in the strobe light white
Sleeve of velvet and a wooden floor
I can't find the handle to the door
Bus ticket tucked in a denim fold
Silver rain makes the porch feel cold
Click the shutter keep the image clear
Hiding everything I used to fear
Wind it up till the spring goes tight
Tracing edges in the strobe light white
Sleeve of velvet and a wooden floor
I can't find the handle to the door
Metal gears grind in a steady beat
Salty wind and the smell of heat
Static hiss on a broken track
Once it stops there is no turning back
Blue spark jumping from a rusted wire
Cold wet timber and a distant fire
Hold the frame till the focus locks
Ticking fast like a hundred clocks
Bare feet stepping on the rotting pine
Walking straight on a jagged line
Sinking deep in the muddy ground
Losing track of every single sound
Wind it up till the spring goes tight
Tracing edges in the strobe light white
Sleeve of velvet and a wooden floor
I can't find the handle to the door
Glass lens cracking in the sudden gale
Turning white and the skin turns pale
One last shot of the empty street
Where the asphalt and the water meet
Wind it up till the spring goes tight
Tracing edges in the strobe light white
Sleeve of velvet and a wooden floor
I can't find the handle to the door
Winding slow on the wooden edge. Winding slow.
(Stop)
