Track Insight / Lyrics
I am the lamp on the stone,
Watching the winter alone.
Iron and glass hold the heat,
Lighting the frost on the street.
Green light in a winter haze,
Turning the gray into blaze.
Warmth in a cold cobblestone,
Seedlings that have finally grown.
The gardener walks through the sleet,
Heavy boots on the concrete beat.
He brings the ferns from the hall,
Standing so proud and so tall.
The wind cuts sharp like a knife,
But here is a flicker of life.
He plants a bloom in the shade,
Where the blue winter colors fade.
Green light in a winter haze,
Turning the gray into blaze.
Warmth in a cold cobblestone,
Seedlings that have finally grown.
The taxi rolls slow in the rain,
Wiping the salt from the pane.
The driver looks out at the spark,
A golden dot in the dark.
The alley is narrow and deep,
While all of the city folk sleep.
He tends to the vine and the leaf,
Giving the frozen a relief.
Green light in a winter haze,
Turning the gray into blaze.
Warmth in a cold cobblestone,
Seedlings that have finally grown.
Just a glow on the stone.
Safe in the lantern zone.
Keep the winter away.
