Old peeling paint on a wooden wall
The winter wind makes the rafters fall
I strip the wire from a rusted line
Looking for signals and a hidden sign
Monstera leaves in a cracked clay pot
Growing in corners where the air is hot
I tend the soil with a steady hand
Rooting my soul in this heavy land
Bring back the light to the depot floor
Open the latch on the heavy door
Copper and chlorophyll, gold and green
The brightest spark that I have ever seen
Solder the joint with a silver flame
Every dead circuit has a different name
I climb the ladder to the ceiling high
Tracing the wires like a map of the sky
Bring back the light to the depot floor
Open the latch on the heavy door
Copper and chlorophyll, gold and green
The brightest spark that I have ever seen
Ficus elastica, deep velvet skin
Wait for the current to finally begin
Slow like the sap in a cedar tree
Waiting for something to set us free
I turn the switch and the bulbs all glow
The humming current begins to flow
Yellow light spills on the ticket stand
Waking the ghosts of a forgotten land
Ivy is climbing the iron beam
Living a slow and a steady dream
We breathe the air of the ozone heat
Where the wild garden and the metal meet
Bring back the light to the depot floor
Open the latch on the heavy door
Copper and chlorophyll, gold and green
The brightest spark that I have ever seen
Copper and green. Solder the line. Copper and green.
Everything fine.
