He wears the blue denim on his skin
Where the heavy iron sparks begin
He walks the alley in the midnight dew
Searching for a ghost he once knew
The rain tastes like salt and old machine
Painting every puddle a toxic green
His boots hit the concrete with a heavy thud
Walking through the city like a river of mud
Midnight drizzle on a Tokyo street
Where the cold metal and the memories meet
Hold the spark till the fusion is tight
Burning blue in the middle of the night
He sees a narrow door with a rusted hinge
Where the electric colors start to fringe
Like a wild orchid in a concrete crack
He finds the kind of heat he can't take back
Midnight drizzle on a Tokyo street
Where the cold metal and the memories meet
Hold the spark till the fusion is tight
Burning blue in the middle of the night
He knows how a root needs the dark of the soil
How a steady hand makes the copper coil
Wait for the bloom in the acid rain
Solder the joint to erase the pain
He touches the wall where the paint is thin
Feeling where the old world ends and new begin
The air smells of ozone and burnt black tea
Locked in a cage but he feels so free
His calloused hands know the weight of the beam
Sinking like a stone in a neon stream
He plants a memory in the wet gray stone
Standing in the drizzle all on his own
Midnight drizzle on a Tokyo street
Where the cold metal and the memories meet
Hold the spark till the fusion is tight
Burning blue in the middle of the night
Burning blue in the night
Just a spark in the light
(Heavy stomp, final chord)
