Cold grey stones under my feet
Early wind tastes like the street
Wooden skin and silver string
Waiting for the bell to ring
Open up the velvet black
Bring the golden rhythm back
Hold me tight against your chin
Let the morning light begin
Empty chairs and metal trays
Foggy glass in amber haze
Scent of roast and bitter bean
Waking up the dormant scene
Open up the velvet black
Bring the golden rhythm back
Hold me tight against your chin
Let the morning light begin
Rusted lock and worn out hinge
Edge of day a purple fringe
Tighten up the tuning peg
Standing on a wooden leg
I remember choir halls
Hymns that climbed the plaster walls
High notes cutting through the air
Now I wait in Roman square
Sleeve of wool and fingertips
Steady breath and parted lips
First chord hits the morning chill
Moving while the city's still
Open up the velvet black
Bring the golden rhythm back
Hold me tight against your chin
Let the morning light begin
Copper coins in leather palm
Breaking through the early calm
Sanding down the rougher edge
Perched upon a limestone ledge
Open up the velvet black
Bring the golden rhythm back
Hold me tight against your chin
Let the morning light begin
Let the morning light begin
Just let it all begin.
