Sterile white on every floor
Glass and steel from door to door
I plant seeds in plastic trays
Counting down the sunny days
Monstera grows in the shade
While the city plans are made
Look up where the water flows
That is where the color glows
Crimson conduit in the sky
Painting red as we go by
Bright red pipes on a frozen white
Burning through the sterile light
Calla lilies in a row
Watching all the traffic go
Latin names for every leaf
Concrete worlds are far too brief
Crimson conduit in the sky
Painting red as we go by
Bright red pipes on a frozen white
Burning through the sterile light
Sift the soil and clear the grit
Find a place where we can fit
One red streak in a bleached out town
Turning all the gray around
Oxalis is turning gold
Stories that the gardens hold
The pipeline is a rusty vein
Feeding thirst inside the rain
Patience is a potting mix
Something that the gears can't fix
Look above the chrome and glare
Red is breathing in the air
Crimson conduit in the sky
Painting red as we go by
Bright red pipes on a frozen white
Burning through the sterile light
Crimson conduit high
Red lines in the sky
Red lines in the sky