Lyrics
I take the stairs below the streetConcrete sweating in the coldOne light works above the rampThe rest have all gone old
I frame the pillars, empty carsA painted number threeThe flash turns midnight into whiteThen gives the dark to me
On the little screenThere’s someone by the wallToo far back for any faceToo tall to miss at all
Behind the flashWhere nothing stoodA shape comes throughWhere no one should
Behind the flashI check the floorOne frame awayIt’s closer than before
I turn around, the ramp is bareNo footsteps, coat or breathingI shoot again toward level twoThe capacitor screaming
The second frame puts it besideThe yellow payment signThe third one cuts the distance downWithout one step in time
I count the pillars to the lensSix, then four, then twoEvery photograph removesThe space I had from you
I stop taking picturesThe garage stays stillFor ten full secondsNothing moves downhill
Then from inside the cameraThe motor winds itselfOne frame advancesWithout my hand
DON’T STEP CLOSERDON’T NEED TO MOVETHE FILM DOES IT FOR YOU
ONE MORE FRAMEONE LESS SPACEI CAN’T SEE YOUUNTIL THE FLASH
Behind the flashThe dark goes whiteA face almost formsThen loses the light
Behind the flashNo room remainsI lower the cameraAnd hear it advance
I leave without another shotThe lens cap in my handAt home the roll reads thirty-sevenI loaded thirty-six
