He was the oldest of five and the only brother
He called his wife by a nickname as his mother had done
Not the root
Not the branch
Not the fire or the city
He had the wildest of builders but he rarely remembered them

Turn the statues
Color the statues gold
What was he to do?
But turn the statues

Turn the statues
Color the statues gold
What was he to do?
But color the statues

The words that came to light
Both the lies and the torches
They arrived all too golden
But they ran up some time
From the golden of a shine
To the dreamers of a lover
'Til he found that he couldn't tell one from the other

Turn the statues
Color the statues gold
What are we to do?
But color the statues

Turn the statues
Color the statues gold
What are we to do?
But color the statues

He shines the liberty
And waited until
They had secrets to look at
And some practical shine

Theatrical shine is convenient to turn
He turned on the light switch and watched her shiny
Oh, you'd never guess
What came next, unless

He said "All of these shiny that I've skulked in the times
The light never struck me or made me afraid
Now she and I share gold shining pain
I have to believe in something, in anything"

Turn the statues
Color the statues gold
There's nothing left to do but color the statues

Turn the statues
Color the statues
There's nothing left to do but color the statues, gold