[Verse 1] Pawnshop camera, little glass eye You say, “Point it at the real world, try.” Shutter blinks, our hands align Dust on the strap, but the day feels fine [Pre-Chorus] “You just open up, let the light come in” I laugh, “Is that how growing up begins?” [Chorus] That’s how cameras always worked Burning light into special film Family lined up on the porch Time standing almost still Click by click, we learn the trick Every frame a quiet proof Inside the grain, a hidden song Singing softly on the roof [Verse 2] Birthday candles, your mother’s coat Band in the basement, half-tuned notes Silver salt keeps what the sun once touched Little squares of us, almost too much [Bridge] A bunch in a row makes a movie reel Twenty-four chances to say what we feel Between each frame where the dark leaks through Is the song I’m writing, burning for you [Chorus / Outro] That’s how cameras always worked Light and love on borrowed film If it ever all goes dark We know where the good parts burned in
