Cold wind bites through my thin cotton coat
Grey mist clings to the Vltava moat
Steel keys jingle in my shaking hand
I walk alone through this sleeping land
The street lamps blink in a steady line
I track the hours by a jagged sign
The air is heavy and the sky is blue
I run the distance just to get to you
Cobalt dawn on the cobblestone street
Rhythm drumming in my racing feet
Stone saints watch as the city wakes up
Drinking coffee from a porcelain cup
Iron gates rattle in the early breeze
Golden spires rise above the winter trees
Black boots clicking on the ancient grit
A sudden spark and the torches are lit
The street lamps blink in a steady line
I track the hours by a jagged sign
The air is heavy and the sky is blue
I run the distance just to get to you
Cobalt dawn on the cobblestone street
Rhythm drumming in my racing feet
Stone saints watch as the city wakes up
Drinking coffee from a porcelain cup
Old map folded in my sweaty palm
The morning air has a heavy kind of calm
Copper coins resting on a frozen ledge
I walk the line on the river's sharp edge
Hymns from the chapel start to ring out loud
Cutting a hole through the velvet grey cloud
Hold on tight to the ghost of the night
Wait for the flash of the first yellow light
Cobalt dawn on the cobblestone street
Rhythm drumming in my racing feet
Stone saints watch as the city wakes up
Drinking coffee from a porcelain cup
Charles Bridge opens as the fog clears away
The red brick glows in the coming of day
The heavy locks hang from the railing rail
A steady wind fills a distant white sail
Cobalt dawn on the cobblestone street
Rhythm drumming in my racing feet
Stone saints watch as the city wakes up
Drinking coffee from a porcelain cup
Cobalt dawn, cobalt dawn
Now the night is gone
Just the stone and the light
Just the stone and the light
