[Verse 1] Top down on the old roadster, leather aging in the breeze Guitar in the driver's seat, his strings hum "play me please" The "dawn of color" shows smooth and soft across the running boards Grains of light in every shadow, displaying what the heart records [Pre-Chorus] Starch and soot and silver filters, colors gently overlap A quiet mystery now unfolding on this endless winding map [Chorus] Autochrome, we drive along, through afterimages that last Warm tones blending soft together, though good times leave too fast Shimmering and diffused, like stars behind the glass The road keeps turning, turning, we're not looking to the past [Verse 2] Headlamps cut the twilight mist, metal hot like wildfire Traveler made of weathered wood, chasing one last deep desire Orange skies and distant spires, mosaic fading into view Another hand upon the wheel, steady in the residue [Pre-Chorus] Additive and luminous, the grains begin to sing Transitions in the half-light, what the fading day might bring [Chorus] Autochrome, we drive along, through afterimages that last Warm tones blending soft together, though good times leave too fast Shimmering and diffused, like stars behind the glass The road keeps turning, turning, we're not looking to the past [Bridge] No sharp edges here, just gentle overlap and grace Vintage light on maturing lines, another time, another place The big moon watches silent, as the engine now succumbs Carrying the traveler away — or toward what’s yet to come? [Final Chorus / Outro] Autochrome, we drive along... Afterimages that last... Our warm tones blending soft... The miles keep on passing... (Shimmering... diffused... wanting...) (We drive along...) (Where will we go...?) (The photos only know...) © Chrome Station 2026 All Rights Reserved
