Grey mist wraps the frozen street
I count the rhythm of your feet
The wooden boat begins to sway
We drift through colors washed in grey
Counting steps beneath the stone
Walking where the winter's grown
Hold the line and feel the beat
Cold canal and frozen heat
Iron rails and blackened oil
The river water starts to boil
I watch the lantern light the haze
We lose our way in velvet maze
Counting steps beneath the stone
Walking where the winter's grown
Hold the line and feel the beat
Cold canal and frozen heat
Heavy wool and salted skin
Wait for morning to begin
Your boots click on the paving tile
I follow for a lonely mile
Counting steps beneath the stone
Walking where the winter's grown
Hold the line and feel the beat
Cold canal and frozen heat
Brass bells ring across the square
Frosty breath in heavy air
The rowboat slips beneath the arch
A steady slow and rhythmic march
Counting steps beneath the stone
Walking where the winter's grown
Hold the line and feel the beat
Cold canal and frozen heat
One, two, three, four.
Just a step more.
Just a step more.
