You hold the solder in your hand
A map of salt and golden sand
You watch the winter wind blow cold
While colors in the lead unfold
Keep the green house warm tonight
Guard the colors in the light
Hold the broken pieces tight
Until the morning makes it right
The ceiling has a jagged tear
A draft of ice is in the air
You patch the cracks with heavy glue
To keep the petals wet and blue
Keep the green house warm tonight
Guard the colors in the light
Hold the broken pieces tight
Until the morning makes it right
The city glows a mile away
But here the amber shadows stay
You paint the red and deep cobalt
To stop the winter's sudden assault
Keep the green house warm tonight
Guard the colors in the light
Hold the broken pieces tight
Until the morning makes it right
Your fingers ache from steady toil
The roots are deep in blackened soil
You wait for one last summer bloom
Inside this bright and brittle room
Keep the green house warm tonight
Guard the colors in the light
Hold the broken pieces tight
Until the morning makes it right
Just a little more light.
Hold it tight now.
Keep it warm.
