I sit here on a wooden shelf
A lonely piece of clay myself
I watch the spider weave her thread
While the attic world stays in bed
Catch the light in a ceramic hold
Turn the morning into liquid gold
Hanging high where the rafters meet
Feeling the summer's heavy heat
The window lets the yellow in
Where the daily rhythms all begin
I feel the glaze begin to warm
Safe inside from every winter storm
Catch the light in a ceramic hold
Turn the morning into liquid gold
Hanging high where the rafters meet
Feeling the summer's heavy heat
I see the Monstera climbing high
Reaching for a piece of blue sky
Like a root in the dark brown soil
While the coffee in the kitchen boils
Catch the light in a ceramic hold
Turn the morning into liquid gold
Hanging high where the rafters meet
Feeling the summer's heavy heat
Stagnant air and a heavy haze
Lost inside a sun-drenched maze
One bright beam on a painted rim
While the corners stay gray and dim
Patient as a seed in the ground
Waiting for the only honest sound
The glass is clear and the view is wide
With the golden spirit deep inside
Catch the light in a ceramic hold
Turn the morning into liquid gold
Hanging high where the rafters meet
Feeling the summer's heavy heat
Liquid gold, liquid gold.
Just a piece of clay.
In the light of day.
