Lyrics

There’s a man in a red worn coat,
With goggles cracked and kind.
He holds a camera to his chest,
Like a prayer he can rewind.
In a workshop full of jars and thread,
And lamps that never sleep,
He says, “I photograph the moments
People bury way too deep.”

He lifts the lens, the room goes hush,
Dust hangs like tiny stars.
And every broken looking thing
Feels closer than it was.

Click, click, hold on, hold on,
Let the darkness pass.
Click, click, you’re not too far,
From the life behind the glass.
If your days feel heavy, if your hands feel cold,
I’ll frame a light you can remember.
Click, click, hold on, hold on,
In the town made out of ember.

The pigeons fly on silent strings,
The alleyways all lean.
A sideways clock above the door
Ticks out what might have been.
The council meets in painted masks,
They speak in nursery rhymes.
But when he snaps that shutter shut,
Even secrets keep their time.

He smiles and says, “Don’t be afraid
Of oddness in your bones.
Sometimes the strangest little place
Is how the heart comes home.”

Click, click, hold on, hold on,
Let the darkness pass.
Click, click, you’re not too far,
From the life behind the glass.
If your days feel heavy, if your hands feel cold,
I’ll frame a light you can remember.
Click, click, hold on, hold on,
In the town made out of ember.

I asked him once, “Why stay in towns
That never tell the truth?”
He tapped his lens and softly said,
“Because they keep your youth.
Not in your skin, but in your eyes,
In wonder, not in years.
A photograph can’t fix the world,
But it can dry your tears.”

Click, click, hold on, hold on,
Let the darkness pass.
Click, click, you’re not too far,
From the life behind the glass.
If your voice feels older, if your heart feels tired,
I’ll frame a song you can remember.
Click, click, hold on, hold on,
In the town made out of ember.
Click, click, hold on.