You walk down the concrete stair
Cold damp air is everywhere
Iron locks and heavy doors
Cold stone tiles on basement floors
Hear the humming in the deep
Where the old ink records sleep
Golden eyes in velvet gray
Sing you home and lead the way
Yellow pages turn to gold
Stories that were never told
Paper smell and leather bind
Something rare for you to find
He is perched on wooden beams
Waking up your dormant dreams
Small white heart and steady beat
Walking on your tired feet
Hear the humming in the deep
Where the old ink records sleep
Golden eyes in velvet gray
Sing you home and lead the way
Lift your chin and hold your breath
Life is dancing close to death
One soft note to break the chill
Now the heavy world is still
You are not alone tonight
Holding on to flickered light
Find the warmth in winter air
Knowing that a friend is there
Hear the humming in the deep
Where the old ink records sleep
Golden eyes in velvet gray
Sing you home and lead the way
Sing you home, sing you home
In the deep, in the deep.
