I am the concrete, cold and gray
Waiting for the end of day
He brings the solder and the lead
Tracing where the commuters tread
Prism colors on a stone floor
Opening a hidden door
Rubies red and sapphires blue
Painting every line brand new
He maps the cracks like old root veins
Washing off the city stains
Sanding edges, smooth and bright
Turning midnight into light
Patience like a slow seed grow
Watching how the pigments flow
Cobalt deep and amber gold
Stories that the pavement told
Prism colors on a stone floor
Opening a hidden door
Rubies red and sapphires blue
Painting every line brand new
The last train left the hollow cave
A quiet ripple, a steady wave
He bends his back to find the seam
Waking up a frozen dream
He treats the grit like fertile loam
Making this dark tunnel home
Sifting light through colored panes
Breaking all the iron chains
Prism colors on a stone floor
Opening a hidden door
Rubies red and sapphires blue
Painting every line brand new
Glass on the ground A holy sound Shimmering gold
Story untold
