[Verse 1] The silver coin hangs heavy in the black A polished lens reflecting what we lack We point our fingers at the cratered face And trace the shadows in that quiet place But looking up, the distance starts to bend A painted ceiling where the echoes end [Chorus] It’s a long way for a photograph to lie Just a golden light suspended in the sky Did we reach the dust, or just the light? Caught in the silver of a winter night Keep the camera steady, keep the story spun While we chase the ghost of a hidden sun [Verse 2] The stage was set within a desert square With static humming in the hollow air A perfect footprint on a barren shore That nobody remembers anymore If silence speaks the loudest in the dark Then why’d we leave such a manufactured mark? [Bridge] The horizon curves a little bit too tight A cinematic frame of blinding white We measure truth by what the lens can see Ignoring all the gaps in memory [Chorus] It’s a long way for a photograph to lie Just a golden light suspended in the sky Did we reach the dust, or just the light? Caught in the silver of a winter night Keep the camera steady, keep the story spun While we chase the ghost of a hidden sun [Outro] Just a flicker in the lens Where the truth begins and ends We’re still looking up... But we never left the ground.
