Cold blue light on the Roman stone
I walked these narrow streets alone
My camera lens is wide and clear
The morning air is sharp and near
Hear the golden gear hum deep low
Where the hidden copper rivers flow
Under cobblestones and heavy grey
Waiting for the breaking of the day
I find the spot where the pavement dips
A secret song on my frozen lips
A ticking pulse beneath my old shoe
Something metal and something new
Hear the golden gear hum deep low
Where the hidden copper rivers flow
Under cobblestones and heavy grey
Waiting for the breaking of the day
The cafes open their heavy doors
I scan the ground for the hidden ores
A pocket watch lost a hundred years
Turning slowly through the city fears
No more buses to the northern coast
I am chasing down a metal ghost
One sharp click and the spring will unwind
Leaving all the lonely roads behind
I snap a photo of the empty square
The scent of roasted beans in the air
A brassy beat in the belly of earth
Giving a new kind of rhythm birth
Hear the golden gear hum deep low
Where the hidden copper rivers flow
Under cobblestones and heavy grey
Waiting for the breaking of the day
My bag is heavy with the film I shot
Finding a treasure in a lonely spot
The city wakes with a sudden loud glare
But I found a rhythm that we all share
Hear the golden gear hum deep low
Where the hidden copper rivers flow
Under cobblestones and heavy grey
Waiting for the breaking of the day
Gold gear hum.
Gold gear hum.
Just a tick in the stone.
