I am a piece of cobalt blue
A frozen slice of something new
I sit inside this cellar room
Away from all the city boom
The artist holds me in his hand
He builds a world just like he planned
He wipes the grime from off my face
Inside this quiet archive space
Cobalt glass in the midnight air
Catching light with a sudden flare
Turning gray into gold and red
While the sleepy city goes to bed
Old paper stacks are piled high
Under a low and concrete sky
He cuts the lead and fits the seam
Living inside a color dream
Cobalt glass in the midnight air
Catching light with a sudden flare
Turning gray into gold and red
While the sleepy city goes to bed
He hides away from all the rain
To wash away the winter stain
One steady hand, one sharp design
Until the edges start to shine
He drinks his coffee black and hot
This basement is his favorite spot
The ink is dry on every page
A quiet bird inside a cage
He hums a tune and lets me glow
Watching the steady rhythm flow
I feel the heat, I feel the spark
Cutting a hole right through the dark
Cobalt glass in the midnight air
Catching light with a sudden flare
Turning gray into gold and red
While the sleepy city goes to bed
Just a slice of blue.
Yeah, that's the view.
Cobalt glass.
