Grey fog hides the canal line
Silver water tastes like brine
I stand guard by the iron rail
Watching every winter sail
Cold wind bites the frozen skin
Where the city streets begin
Counting beats on a stone floor
Waiting for an open door
Copper vane turns in the breeze
Bending low like winter trees
Step by step on the bridge of gold
A warm story left untold
Leather boots on the damp slate
Coming home a little late
I can see your yellow coat
Like a tiny paper boat
Cold wind bites the frozen skin
Where the city streets begin
Counting beats on a stone floor
Waiting for an open door
Copper vane turns in the breeze
Bending low like winter trees
Step by step on the bridge of gold
A warm story left untold
I have kept the beacon bright
Through the longest winter night
Now the city is my shore
I don't need the tower anymore
Copper vane turns in the breeze
Bending low like winter trees
Step by step on the bridge of gold
A warm story left untold
Reach my hand to touch your sleeve
Something real that I believe
Two strangers in the morning haze
Lost inside a velvet maze
Copper vane turns in the breeze
Bending low like winter trees
Step by step on the bridge of gold
A warm story left untold
Brass and iron lock the gate
Now we no longer have to wait
Scent of coffee in the air
Finding solace in a stare
Copper vane turns in the breeze
Bending low like winter trees
Step by step on the bridge of gold
A warm story left untold
Copper vane turns slow
Now we both can go (Brass stab)
Copper Vane!
