Grease pops hot on cast iron skin
I wipe the counter let the day begin
Tiny screws sit sorted in a tin
Waiting for the mainspring to spin
Terrace door swings open wide
Mist clings heavy to the Seine side
You hand me pliers nothing to hide
We sync the beat turn the tide
Gears and gravy on a Paris morn
Zinc roofs shining where the light is born
Your fingers turn the crown I wore
Time keeps ticking on the checkered floor
Gears and gravy stubborn hope stays warm
Croissant crumbs on blueprint paper thin
You curse the escapement let the chaos in
I pour the roast dark and deep within
Steam rises up where the dreams begin
Terrace door swings open wide
Mist clings heavy to the Seine side
You hand me pliers nothing to hide
We sync the beat turn the tide
Gears and gravy on a Paris morn
Zinc roofs shining where the light is born
Your fingers turn the crown I wore
Time keeps ticking on the checkered floor
Gears and gravy stubborn hope stays warm
Loupe eye catches dust on balance wheel
Short order called for two eggs ideal
A micro second lost or so I feel
But Paris breakfast makes the broken heal
Spring unwinds the power runs low
Night shift ends got nowhere to go
But your eyes reflect the copper glow
One more wind for morning glow
Gears and gravy on a Paris morn
Zinc roofs shining where the light is born
Your fingers turn the crown I wore
Time keeps ticking on the checkered floor
Gears and gravy stubborn hope stays
