Cold steel walls and a grey concrete floor
I walk through the heavy iron door
The air tastes of oil and old machine
The bleakest sight that I have ever seen
Gold light spills on the marble stone
Golden hours where I feel less alone
Stained glass colors burning red and bright
Turning the city into liquid light
I spent my years by a salt water spray
Watching the ships in a foggy grey bay
Now I stand in this high palace hall
Watching the yellow sun hit every wall
Gold light spills on the marble stone
Golden hours where I feel less alone
Stained glass colors burning red and bright
Turning the city into liquid light
The glass is thick and the colors are deep
While the tired city is falling asleep
Rubies and sapphires in a heavy frame
Setting the cold urban pavement aflame
No more storms on a jagged black shore
I don't need the lantern anymore
Just a moment of warmth on my skin
Let the glow of the afternoon in
I touch the wall with a rough weathered hand
A stranger lost in a glittering land
One human touch in a world made of wire
The yellow beam is a holy white fire
Gold light spills on the marble stone
Golden hours where I feel less alone
Stained glass colors burning red and bright
Turning the city into liquid light
The clock strikes four on the tower of brass
I watch the ghosts in the polished clear glass
The day is ending in a golden flood
I feel the warmth rushing deep in my blood
Gold light spills on the marble stone
Golden hours where I feel less alone
Stained glass colors burning red and bright
Turning the city into liquid light
Liquid light.
Stay gold.
Stay gold.
