Gray stone under heavy boots
Tapping on the ancient roots
Tools are rattling in my case
Looking for a hidden place
I am fixing all the lines
Reading all the copper signs
Waiting for the cafe brew
While the morning sky turns blue
Iron grates and rusty locks
Counting beats on granite blocks
Static humming in my ear
Making every signal clear
I am fixing all the lines
Reading all the copper signs
Waiting for the cafe brew
While the morning sky turns blue
Cobblestones are cold and wet
Sun has not hit the plaza yet
Solder smoking in the air
Tangled cables everywhere
I am fixing all the lines
Reading all the copper signs
Waiting for the cafe brew
While the morning sky turns blue
Wry smile on a tired face
Slowly moving through the space
Tighten screws and check the load
Walking down a narrow road
Click and snap and twist the gold
Stories that the wires hold
One wrong cut and then it breaks
Counting all the small mistakes
Smell of roast and steamed milk heat
Waking up the empty street
Pack the kit and close the lid
Now the copper secret's hid
I am fixing all the lines
Reading all the copper signs
Waiting for the cafe brew
While the morning sky turns blue
Copper wire, golden light
Everything is sounding right
Sinking in the morning blue
