Silver Halide - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

My life is not all roses

More like silver halide

Reduces when exposed to rays of striking light

An artifact dissolving in a fixer chemical

It captures our positions stuck in time

Photographs hold nothing

Only smoke and mirrors

They hide the blemishes in pretty film grain lies

And oversaturated colors dripping from the frame

Hallucinated by the camera

Slowly rods and cones deteriorate

I will pull the shutters down one day

Call it collecting color-corrected disappointment

Hai hai

But I remеmber how I first saw you

And it was beautiful, yeah

Cata-catatonic, akin-akinеtic, inanimate

Hai hai

Still enamored by soft illusions stuck in time

The room was dark like death

The safelight bled with crimson

For images of bonfires in black-and-white

I'd like to think my hands can feel their iridescent glow

Even if my bones feel otherwise

In a rainbow arc unraveling

On the surface of my retina

So call it collecting color-corrected disappointment

Hai hai

But I remember how I first saw you

And it was beautiful, yeah

Cata-catatonic, akin-akinetic, inanimate

Hai hai

I'm still enamored by soft illusions stuck in time

Stuck in time