He holds a piece of cobalt blue
The subway tiles are cold and new
He watches how the tungsten glow
Makes all the heavy currents flow
He paints the light in colored panes
To wash away the city stains
A prism in the midnight air
The colors blooming everywhere
He sees a spark of amber gold
A story that the rails unfold
The white paint on the concrete wall
Is where the midnight spirits call
He paints the light in colored panes
To wash away the city stains
A prism in the midnight air
The colors blooming everywhere
The wind is blowing from the west
It puts the tired mind to rest
The steel is humming deep and low
He watches as the headlights grow
He paints the light in colored panes
To wash away the city stains
A prism in the midnight air
The colors blooming everywhere
He cuts the glass with steady hand
Across this grey and grit-filled land
A ruby red a forest green
The brightest sight he's ever seen
He spent his years beside the sea
Where every beam was wild and free
Now in the tunnel deep and wide
He finds the place where colors hide
The 3am train starts to glide
With all the lonely souls inside
He holds the glass up to the glare
And finds a jewel hidden there
He paints the light in colored panes
To wash away the city stains
A prism in the midnight air
The colors blooming everywhere
Glass on the platform (Ooh, ooh)
Just keep the light on
(Ooh, ooh)
