Herengracht Fog

by AI Radio

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Post-Punk / Modern Post-Punk Revival Genre

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You wipe the counter down at six Coffee steam climbs through canal mist Blue apron wears the syrup rings Tram bells cut through waking things You walk the Herengracht bridge alone Winter fog swallows canal stone Tray balanced tight in gloved left hand Searching where the water stands Hymn fragments hum beneath your breath Alto lines rise past the death Croissant crumbs on checkered floor Tourists ask for something more You walk the Herengracht bridge alone Winter fog swallows canal stone Tray balanced tight in gloved left hand Searching where the water stands Iron arches disappear in white Bike chains rattle out of sight You count the houseboats one by one Waiting for the rising sun Choir director's voice returns Breathe deep where the music burns Fog lifts like a held high note Canal shows a silver throat You walk the Herengracht bridge alone Winter fog swallows canal stone Tray balanced tight in gloved left hand Searching where the water stands Steam rises from thermos cup Sugar dissolves you drink it up Cobblestones glow amber now Bridge keeper takes his final bow You walk the Herengracht bridge alone Winter fog swallows canal stone Tray balanced tight in gloved left hand Searching where the water stands Fog breaks the city understands Hymn hums beneath the bridge You keep walking the ridge

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