Cold wind bites through my thin cotton sleeve
I saw a place I didn't want to leave
A broken roof with a jagged green edge
I stood right there on a concrete ledge
Under glass where the rain doesn't fall
I hear the bow hit the wooden wall
Shattered panes let the grey light inside
In this greenhouse we both come to hide
Your violin has a scratch on the wood
I'd take a picture of it if I could
The humid air smells like wet potting soil
While out on the street the city drums boil
The music swells like a wave on the sand
I hold my camera in a shaking hand
You close your eyes and you lean to the left
A sudden song that is heavy with theft
Under glass where the rain doesn't fall
I hear the bow hit the wooden wall
Shattered panes let the grey light inside
In this greenhouse we both come to hide
Step by step the beat starts to rise
I see the spark in your tired old eyes
One last chord that breaks through the ceiling
A rush of hope and a physical feeling
The bus is coming to take me away
But I will remember this colorless day
The glass is cracked but the music is gold
A secret story that needs to be told
Under glass where the rain doesn't fall
I hear the bow hit the wooden wall
Shattered panes let the grey light inside
In this greenhouse we both come to hide
Click the shutter, hold the view.
Glass and gold, me and you.
