I walk the halls with a plastic lens
Where the old city story ends
Down in the basement of ink and stone
I found a kingdom to call my own
Calico gold in the archive deep
Where the heavy velvet curtains sleep
Orange and white in a narrow beam
Waking up from a paper dream
She curls around a leather spine
A lucky streak in a jagged line
I snap a frame of her amber eye
While the subway trains go rushing by
Calico gold in the archive deep
Where the heavy velvet curtains sleep
Orange and white in a narrow beam
Waking up from a paper dream
The air is thick with the scent of glue
And a faded shade of midnight blue
She doesn't mind if my focus slips
While the winter wind through the railing rips
No one knows that we're hiding here
Away from the noise and the sudden fear
Just a stray cat and a runaway kid
Keeping the secrets the library hid
I trade my sandwich for one soft purr
A flash of white and a smudge of fur
We trace the maps of a ghost-town street
Walking the world on four small white feet
Calico gold in the archive deep
Where the heavy velvet curtains sleep
Orange and white in a narrow beam
Waking up from a paper dream
I pack my bag as the clock strikes ten
I'll come tomorrow to see her again
The basement door shuts with a heavy sound
But we've found a piece of a holy ground
Calico gold in the archive deep
Where the heavy velvet curtains sleep
Orange and white in a narrow beam
Waking up from a paper dream
Just a snapshot of a golden light.
Calico gold, calico bright.
