Cold Storage Toast

Standing in the cold storage line

Under industrial halogen light

I tucked the receipt away deep in my coat

For no reason at all in the middle of the night

Steel beams and concrete under our feet

We build this house on a broken street (ooh-ooh)

This is the spark in the dust!

This is the structure we trust!

Love on a scaffold of wire and stone

We are building a life of our own!

Sawdust and sparks dancing round our shoes

We didn't choose the path,

we just followed the groove

I'll keep the proof of the day that we met

In the pocket of a safety vest

This is the spark in the dust!

This is the structure we trust!

Love on a scaffold of wire and stone

We are building a life of our own!

Just a plastic cup toast In the cold corridor (yeah)