Track Insight / Lyrics
Cold fog clings to the gray canal
Wet bricks hold a winter spell
I saw a cup by the bridge wall
Waiting for the rain to fall
Oh, ceramic blue in the haze
Lost inside a frozen maze
Hold the warmth of a ghost hand
Smallest thing in a lonely land
I clicked the shutter, caught the gleam
A porcelain chip, a jagged seam
You stepped in from the damp street
Where the salt and the river meet
Oh, ceramic blue in the haze
Lost inside a frozen maze
Hold the warmth of a ghost hand
Smallest thing in a lonely land
You touched the clay with a gloved thumb
The city noise had gone completely numb
A coffee stain like a brown ring
A tiny, broken, winter thing
The 12-string rings a hollow chord
A heavy weight we both afford
Two strangers staring at the mud
While the river starts to flood
We shared a match and a cheap smoke
The morning air was a heavy cloak
We left the mug on the mossy stone
Neither of us felt quite alone
Oh, ceramic blue in the haze
Lost inside a frozen maze
Hold the warmth of a ghost hand
Smallest thing in a lonely land
Now the bus takes me far away
The sky is turning a leaden gray
I keep the photo in my sleeve
The only thing I didn't leave
Oh, ceramic blue in the haze
Lost inside a frozen maze
Hold the warmth of a ghost hand
Smallest thing in a lonely land
Just a cup in the fog. Ceramic blue.
Ceramic blue.
