Track Insight / Lyrics
Café chairs stacked like driftwood high
Espresso machines sleep, cold and dry
Pigeons shuffle on wet flagstones
I count the ripples, watch the zones
The tide turns inward, calls me home
The pool reflects a sky not here
Twin moons hover, pale and clear
No tourist coins, no wishing hands
Just oil-slick glass on Roman sands
A keeper knows what darkness brings
I keep the square while Rome still sleeps
Where anomalous water silently creeps
No lamp to trim, no lens to polish bright
Just cobblestones and ghostly light
A baker's cart rolls past my post
Flour dust on my worn greatcoat
The pool swallows the turning wheel
I feel the kelp beneath my heel
Brine in the veins where blood once flowed
I keep the square while Rome still sleeps
Where anomalous water silently creeps
No lamp to trim, no lens to polish bright
Just cobblestones and ghostly light
Morning wind brings scent of yeast
The pool rises, demands its feast
My logbook rots in a tin box
I guard the gate, I hold the locks
Shutters bang, first cup is poured
The pool retreats, by dawn restored
A barista wipes a steel machine
The strangest sight he's never seen
Steam rises where the deep has been
I straighten up, my watch is done
Salt-crusted boots, the rising sun
The square awakens, voices rise
The pool sleeps deep in daylight skies
Another night, another guise
I keep the square while Rome still sleeps
Where anomalous water silently creeps
No lamp to trim, no lens to polish bright
Just cob
