You lean back in your denim blue
The summer air is thick and new
You watch the orange flicker low
While the city currents flow
Hold the spark and feel the heat
High above the humming street
Iron rails and golden haze
Lost inside these amber days
Your heavy boots are caked in grey
The working hours drift away
You touch the rust upon the rail
While the evening colors pale
The welding mask is on the floor
You do not need it anymore
A single bead of silver light
Cutting through the coming night
Hold the spark and feel the heat
High above the humming street
Iron rails and golden haze
Lost inside these amber days
The metal groans beneath your weight
A heavy door, a rusted gate
The heavy clouds begin to break
A sudden shiver, a wide awake
You smell the ozone in the breeze
The city humming through the trees
The iron stairs lead to the sky
Where the copper swallows fly
Hold the spark and feel the heat
High above the humming street
Iron rails and golden haze
Lost inside these amber days
Iron rails and golden haze
Hold the spark
Hold the spark
