Track Insight / Lyrics
Neon hums beneath the glass
Yellow signs tick over time
Blue guitars lean in the dark
Waiting where the lost coins chime
I hold a ring beneath the glass
A little ruin, warm and bright
A silver locket, scratched and cracked
Still keeps the summer late at night
Someone pressed their photo here
And left without a sound
A brass alarm begins to hum
Across the dusty windowpane
A dream of drums is coming on
As evening settles into rain
I watch the sidewalk pass me by
And breathe the perfume downtown
Neon buzzing through the blue
Lights are calling me to go
Sing the broken pieces too
All the treasures left below
Neon humming, hold me whole
All the love that enters here
Turns the pawnshop into gold
When you sing it loud and clear
The chorus swells beneath my roof
A choir I once knew by heart
My wooden frame begins to shake
As strangers press their songs apart
A twelve-string dream begins to glow
Right through the evening air
The velvet ropes are worn and thin
The ticket stubs still taste of rain
A silver trumpet waits within
Beside a feather from a train
I keep each wish beneath my key
And every promise people swear
Now breathe, now sing, now let it ring
Let every rescued voice be heard
Let sorrow wear an open wing
Let hope arrive without a word
The morning finds us changed by sound
And every stranger glowing there
Neon buzzing through the blue
Lights are calling me to go
Sing the broken pieces too
All the treasures left below
Neon humming, hold me whole
All the love that enters here
Turns the pawnshop into gold
When you sing it loud and clear
The morning slips its golden rays
Across the counters cold and deep
The velvet dust forgets its ways
As all the sleeping guitars wake
I watched the lost come dancing in
And left their silence everywhere
Neon buzzing through the blue
Lights are calling me to go
Sing the broken pieces too
All the treasures left below
Neon humming, hold me whole
All the love that enters here
Turns the pawnshop into gold
When you sing it loud and clear
Neon ringing, let us sing
Every lost and shining thing
Light spills golden through the glass
All the crossroads fade from sight
Every scattered note holds fast
As morning gathers into light
The windows keep the final sound
The pawnshop keeps the song
