Track Insight / Lyrics
Yeast wakes in copper bowls at three
Tiber wind blows cold through iron keys
My knuckles map the dough's slow rise
Dawn paints the dome in bruised sunrise
Coffee steams in chipped white cups
Regulars don't need to ask me much
The square stays dead, the shutters tight
I bake the dark to morning light
Flour on the cobblestones
Rust blooms where the oven groans
Cornetti steam through Roman nights
Before the espresso bites
Flour on the cobblestones
I'm rusting where the dough has grown
Signora Rossi taps her cane
Wants her cornetto, wants it plain
The priest takes two with cherry jam
Crosses himself, don't give a damn
My apron wears the week's grease deep
Promises the dawn I'll keep
Coffee steams in chipped white cups
Regulars don't need to ask me much
The square stays dead, the shutters tight
I bake the dark to morning light
Flour on the cobblestones
Rust blooms where the oven groans
Cornetti steam through Roman nights
Before the espresso bites
Flour on the cobblestones
I'm rusting where the dough has grown
Tourists sleep in rented rooms
Dream of gelato, plastic spoons
They'll wake to find my golden crowns
Stacked like bricks on wooden rounds
No tip jar, no applause, no fame
Just flour fingerprints and name
Flour on the cobblestones
Rust blooms where the oven groans
Cornetti steam through Roman nights
Before the espresso bites
Flour on the cobblestones
I'm rusting where the dough has grown
Church bells crack the quiet air
San Pietro calls the faithful there
I cross myself with dusty hands
The dough obeys my command
Bronze doors will groan, the square will wake
My night shift ends for heaven's sake
Flour on the cobblestones
Rust blooms where the oven groans
Cornetti steam through Roman nights
Before the espresso bites
Flour on the cobblestones
I'm rusting where the dough has grown
Last tray slides to cooling rack
Steam rises, no way pulling back
The first espresso screams its song
My shift is done, the night is gone
I wash my hands in tin sink bowl
Tomorrow's dough needs night control
Flour on the cobblestones
Rust blooms where the oven groans
Cornetti steam through Roman nights
Before the espresso bites
Flour on the cobblestones
I'm rusting where the dough has grown
Flour on the cobblestones
Rust blooms where the oven groans
Oven cools. The square wakes up.
Another night baked in the cup.
