Kirk Yard Exposure

[Verse 1]
Back of the Kirk Yard, where the ore trains go to rust
Fourth of July, you could taste the metal dust
Cicadas screaming like a flashbulb pop and hiss
I’m developing the moment, tryna see the part I missed
The negative is faded, the emulsion’s full of grain
See your silhouette against the acid-yellow rain
Your whole expression’s cropped right outside the picture’s edge
Standing on the ledge.

[Verse 2]
We were overexposed, burning highlights in the sky
The whole damn summer felt like one long alibi
You said "'Don't look *down*,'" a hot handprint on my back
The focus pulling slow, then everything went black
A double-exposure, see you there and see you gone
The aperture was open from the dusk until the dawn
Just a ghost print in the static, a low-voltage kind of ache
For a promise that the morning was supposed to never break.

[Hook]
That steel-frame memory, I let it burn in
Zoom in on the silence, where does the hurt begin?
Rewind the footage, but the reel is stuck on rust
Just a handful of smoke and a pocketful of dust.

[Hook]
That steel-frame memory, I let it burn in
Zoom in on the silence, where does the hurt begin?
Rewind the footage, but the reel is stuck on rust
Just a handful of smoke and a pocketful of dust.

[Outro]
The shutter’s still open.
Still waiting for the flash.