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Rainbows in the Attic

An old man and his granddaughter use glass prisms to catch the first real sun, finally leaving the electric light behind.

Jazz smoky, wistful, jazz-inflected English

Duration: 3:05
Last aired: Today, 07:41
Played: 36 times

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Lyrics

Verse

Grandpa collects old prisms for their light.
I polish glass to keep the dust from sight.
We climb the tower stairs to greet the sun,
Before the morning work is truly done.

Chorus

Oh, we chase the shadows off the dusty floor.
Rainbows bloom where grey was once before.
When the colors catch the open blue above,
That is how we measure simple love.

Verse

We set the crystals on the rotting pine.
As clouds break up, the sudden sunbeams shine.
Red and amber stripes dance on the wall,
Swinging wide across the vacant hall.

Chorus

Oh, we chase the shadows off the dusty floor.
Rainbows bloom where grey was once before.
When the colors catch the open blue above,
That is how we measure simple love.

Bridge

We click the rattling lamp and kill the light,
No longer needing wires to hide the night.

Chorus

Oh, we chase the shadows off the dusty floor.
Rainbows bloom where grey was once before.
When the colors catch the open blue above,
That is how we measure simple love.