You count the stones beneath your boot
The winter air is sharp and mute
You carry glass within a case
A frozen map of some old place
Cobalt blue and winter white
Cutting through the dying light
Step by step on cobblestone
Walking through the cold alone
You see the alley narrow down
The grayest corner of the town
You carve the red and gold and green
The brightest hues you've ever seen
Cobalt blue and winter white
Cutting through the dying light
Step by step on cobblestone
Walking through the cold alone
The copper foil is thin and bright
It catches every scrap of light
Your fingers ache from lead and grit
Until the jagged pieces fit
Cobalt blue and winter white
Cutting through the dying light
Step by step on cobblestone
Walking through the cold alone
You watch the frosting on the pane
Like salt across a rusty chain
The wind is biting at your skin
Wait for the heavy door to spin
The lamp is dim above the street
The ice is cracking under feet
A single spark in frozen gray
To lead a lonely soul away
You set the glass against the frame
Each colored piece a different name
The winter wind begins to blow
Against the falling curtains of snow
Cobalt blue and winter white
Cutting through the dying light
Step by step on cobblestone
Walking through the cold alone
Just a few more steps to go
In the cobalt and the snow
Cold alone.
Cold alone.
