Up the ladder to the peak
Where the floorboards start to creak
In the attic, cold and grey
Tracing lines to find the day
Catch the gold in every seam
Wake the colors from a dream
Break the grey and let it glow
Watch the morning river flow
Silver lead and cobalt blue
Cutting shapes to make them true
Finger tracing every edge
On a narrow wooden ledge
Iron frames and heavy weight
Holding back the iron gate
Sanding down the jagged stone
In a room he calls his own
Catch the gold in every seam
Wake the colors from a dream
Break the grey and let it glow
Watch the morning river flow
Lift the curtain, clear the haze
Step inside the amber blaze
From the dark to open air
Finding beauty everywhere
Rubbing oil on polished red
Where the winter ghosts have fled
Now the window catches fire
Lifting every spirit higher
Catch the gold in every seam
Wake the colors from a dream
Break the grey and let it glow
Watch the morning river flow
Watch the river flow
Let the colors glow
Tracing out the light
