Cold concrete floor and a heavy gray sky
The last train left and the platform is dry
I hold the torch and I steady my hand
The only soul in this hollowed out land
My denim jacket is frayed at the wrist
The midnight air is a salt-water mist
I strike a spark and the darkness will break
A golden river for a lonely heart's sake
Oh let the white light burn a hole in the night
Turning the iron to a shimmering sight
Hold to the heat till the morning is new
Washing the gray in a flicker of blue
The steel is screaming as the metal will melt
A heavy pressure that the city has felt
I weld the seam where the railing was torn
Waiting for some kind of signal or morn
Oh let the white light burn a hole in the night
Turning the iron to a shimmering sight
Hold to the heat till the morning is new
Washing the gray in a flicker of blue
The hum of the wire is a hymn in my ear
A low steady frequency killing the fear
I see a stranger standing far by the gate
Two tired ghosts in a midnight estate
We do not speak but we share the same glow
Watching the sparks like a wintertime snow
A nod of the head and a look in the eye
Under a ceiling that hides the whole sky
I pack my gear as the clock strikes the four
The heavy locks click on the subway station door
One final glance at the weld and the seam
A steady anchor in a concrete-walled dream
Oh let the white light burn a hole in the night
Turning the iron to a shimmering sight
Hold to the heat till the morning is new
Washing the gray in a flicker of blue
Blue denim light.
Just a flicker of blue.
The light stays true.
