Cold white tiles on a concrete floor
Locked behind a heavy metal door
Stacked in rows by the filing case
Searching for a familiar face
Oh, I am waiting in ceramic blue
Holding out a space just for you
Glazed in a shade of a winter sky
Watching all the quiet hours fly
Ink on paper and a yellow light
Keeping me awake through the night
Steady hands and a coffee stain
Softly humming a slow refrain
Silver keys on a rusted ring
Hear the old humming radiator sing
Basement air with a heavy chill
Everything is standing perfectly still
Oh, I am waiting in ceramic blue
Holding out a space just for you
Glazed in a shade of a winter sky
Watching all the quiet hours fly
Warm fingertips on a porcelain rim
The dimming light makes the vision slim
One brief touch in the archive deep
A promise that I intend to keep
Cardboard boxes and a faded tape
Looking for a way to make escape
Breathe it in and the steam will rise
Looking through a pair of tired eyes
Oh, I am waiting in ceramic blue
Holding out a space just for you
Glazed in a shade of a winter sky
Watching all the quiet hours fly
Ceramic blue, just me and you
Waiting in the blue
(Wait for me in the blue)
