High above the city street
Where the cold and concrete meet
He works alone in attic air
Cutting glass with steady care
Catch the light in cobalt blue
Turning grey to something new
Golden beams on jagged lines
Painting all the hidden signs
Solder smoking in the heat
Rhythm of a steady beat
Lead and tin to hold the frame
Giving every color name
Catch the light in cobalt blue
Turning grey to something new
Golden beams on jagged lines
Painting all the hidden signs
Red and amber, deep and bright
Breaking through the winter night
One small window, narrow view
Bringing all the morning hue
Steel and chrome in every wall
Watching all the raindrops fall
But inside the glass is warm
Safe away from every storm
Catch the light in cobalt blue
Turning grey to something new
Golden beams on jagged lines
Painting all the hidden signs
Copper wire and heavy stone
Building worlds he calls his own
Sifting through the broken shard
Working long and working hard
Catch the light in cobalt blue
Turning grey to something new
Golden beams on jagged lines
Painting all the hidden signs
Prism attic, morning gold
Prism attic, truth untold
