White glaze on a steady hand
Cold wind hits the salted sand
Tokyo rain is thin and grey
Watching all the crowds drift away
Counting every step on the street
Counting every beat of the heat
Ceramic skin and a heavy glaze
Walking through a midnight haze
Blue light on a wet concrete
Soles of leather hit the beat
Ticking like a clock in the dark
Waiting for a tiny yellow spark
Counting every step on the street
Counting every beat of the heat
Ceramic skin and a heavy glaze
Walking through a midnight haze
Coffee steam is rising high
Underneath a purple sky
Iron rails and a humming wire
Burning like a low winter fire
Slipping past the alley wall
Waiting for the rain to fall
One more turn and one more bend
Looking for the journey's end
Glass doors open wide and fast
Nothing in the city can last
Holding tight to a handle grip
Letting every second slowly slip
Counting every step on the street
Counting every beat of the heat
Ceramic skin and a heavy glaze
Walking through a midnight haze
Copper coins in a plastic tray
Turning all the midnight into day
Cold ceramic feels like a stone
Walking through the city all alone
Counting every step on the street
Counting every beat of the heat
Ceramic skin and a heavy glaze
Walking through a midnight haze
Counting every step. Walking slow.
Midnight ceramic.