Flash on the tile and the grime
Checking the clock for the time
Silver on steel in the glare
Static that hangs in the air
Lay down the blade on the floor
Close up the heavy iron door
Rest in the cold subway light
Steel under concrete tonight
Dented old plate on his chest
Giving the broadsword a rest
Boot prints in oil and in grey
Waiting for light of the day
Rusted out crown on his head
Stories of battles he read
Leaning his back on the wall
Waiting for sirens to call
Lay down the blade on the floor
Close up the heavy iron door
Rest in the cold subway light
Steel under concrete tonight
Last train has left for the coast
Standing here like a dead ghost
Screech of the brakes in the dark
Hitting the flint for a spark
Focus the lens on the scar
Looking like some distant star
Click of the shutter is fast
Holding the moment to last
Lay down the blade on the floor
Close up the heavy iron door
Rest in the cold subway light
Steel under concrete tonight
Steel under concrete tonight
Steel under concrete tonight
(Group shout) Tonight!