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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Pull off on the shoulder
Wet gravel on my boots
Grey sky over Michigan
Clouds tangled in the spruce
Abandoned red brick factory
Vines crawling through the glass
I lift my Nikon to my eye
Freeze the future in the past
[Chorus]
This is how I say it
Through my Nikon eyes
Old walls
Wild waves
Open northern skies
From Detroit smoke
To Superior’s silver line
I’m chasing storms and quiet ghosts
One frame at a time (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Empty school in Saginaw
Lockers rusting in the hall
Sun cuts through a broken pane
Dust drifting like snowfall
Thunderheads in the distance
Static in my chest
I follow that dark horizon
Where the wild light does its best
[Chorus]
This is how I say it
Through my Nikon eyes
Old walls
Wild waves
Open northern skies
From Detroit smoke
To Superior’s silver line
I’m chasing storms and quiet ghosts
One frame at a time (oh-oh)
[Bridge]
M-28 at midnight
Tripod on the shore
Waves slam the basalt
I still want more
Upper Peninsula heartbeat
In every shutter sound
I’m just a wandering witness
Till the world calms down
[Chorus]
This is how I say it
Through my Nikon eyes
Old walls
Wild waves
Open northern skies
From backroad ruins
To the aurora drawing lines
I’m chasing storms and quiet ghosts
One frame at a time
Yeah
I’m chasing storms and quiet ghosts
One frame at a time
Details
GeneratedFeb 20, 2026
Duration4:24
LanguageEnglish
Style
Warm indie-pop with a hint of midwest folk; steady brushed kit, round bass, chiming electric guitar and airy pads. Verses stay intimate and narrative, male vocals close to the mic; chorus swells with stacked harmonies and tambourine. Light reverb paints a widescreen feel, bridge drops to almost solo vocal and fingerpicked guitar before the final, uplifting hook.
Credits
Prompt byEternalCloud18
ModelAria v5
Prompt
A song about me being a photographer, taking pictures of landscapes, abandoned buildings and storm chasing, using my “Nikon Z7” camera living in Michigan and loving to travel to the upper peninsula.
