My hands are stained with heavy loam
Far from the pots I call my home
The saxophone starts its slow play
In this dark room of smoky grey
I watch the shadows drift and lean
A world of earth and velvet sheen
The frost is creeping on the glass
I watch the heavy shadows pass
A seed is cracking in the deep
While all the city falls asleep
We are growing in the cellar floor
Finding life behind the heavy door
A jungle bloom in winter air
A secret root we choose to share
I saw the waves break on the pier
I know the way the fog draws near
Now I see the ferns turn bright gold
In a story yet to be told
The lamp is steady, tall and white
A beacon in the velvet night
The frost is creeping on the glass
I watch the heavy shadows pass
A seed is cracking in the deep
While all the city falls asleep
We are growing in the cellar floor
Finding life behind the heavy door
A jungle bloom in winter air
A secret root we choose to share
Your eyes are steady, calm and clear
A quiet light I hold so dear
We sit in chairs of velvet red
With every word we leave unsaid
The jazz is breathing in the floor
A secret we will tell no more
The storm is howling at the street
But here our pulses softly beat
No lighthouse beam to guide our sight
The garden blooms in winter light
We are growing in the cellar floor
Finding life behind the heavy door
A jungle bloom in winter air
A secret root we choose to share
The brass is humming in the wall
We watch the raindrops start to fall
A seedling takes a steady hold
Against the city's biting cold
The soil is warm beneath our feet
Where roots and heavy rhythms meet
We are growing in the cellar floor
Finding life behind the heavy door
A jungle bloom in winter air
A secret root we choose to share
The roots are digging in the clay
We watch the winter fade away
