The coffee is burnt in the pot
The grease on the grill is too hot
I wipe down the counter in blue
Just waiting for someone like you
You step from the rain to the door
Your heels click a beat on the floor
You smell like a garden in May
While I smell like fry-cook all day
Down in the cellar where brass bells ring
Hear how the old silver trumpets sing
Gold in the grain of a vintage film
Sailing away on a velvet helm
The stairs lead us down to the glow
Where spirits and saxophone flow
The velvet is worn on the seat
The rhythm is steady and sweet
Down in the cellar where brass bells ring
Hear how the old silver trumpets sing
Gold in the grain of a vintage film
Sailing away on a velvet helm
The lights are a dim amber hue
The piano is playing for two
Forget every plate and every pan
I'll hold your hand as long as I can
The trumpet is sharp and it's bright
It cuts through the weight of the night
We sway in a circle of three
A secret for only you and me
The clock on the wall doesn't move
We're locked in a deep honey groove
The world up above is a blur
A memory starting to stir
Down in the cellar where brass bells ring
Hear how the old silver trumpets sing
Gold in the grain of a vintage film
Sailing away on a velvet helm
Brass in the cellar, gold in the gray
Brass in the cellar, carry the day
