Track Insight / Lyrics
Fog clings to the Spanish Steps
Morning wakes while city sleeps
My belt holds copper, tape, and steel
The piazza wakes beneath my heel
No beacon flashes, no foghorn sounds
Just humming lines above the ground
I string the light on dead wire
Rome glows before the espresso fire
Each splice a lantern, each joint a star
I know this dark, I've sailed it far
Piazza Navona sleeps in gray
Bernini's fountains hold the day
My pliers bite, the connection sings
A dialect of metal things
No beacon flashes, no foghorn sounds
Just humming lines above the ground
I string the light on dead wire
Rome glows before the espresso fire
Each splice a lantern, each joint a star
I know this dark, I've sailed it far
The trattoria shutters rise
Steam curls where the supplier lies
My lamp clips on the transformer box
The square drinks current, drinks the clocks
I string the light on dead wire
Rome glows before the espresso fire
Each splice a lantern, each joint a star
I know this dark, I've sailed it far
Vespa wheels will cut the hush
Tourist maps begin to blush
But I was here when wires were cold
Before the stories got retold
I string the light on dead wire
Rome glows before the espresso fire
Each splice a lantern, each joint a star
I know this dark, I've sailed it far
My truck shakes on the cobbled street
The day shift takes the morning heat
I've lit the square, I've paid the toll
Now watch the city wake up whole
I string the light on dead wire
Rome glows before the espresso fire
Each splice a lantern, each joint a star
I know this dark, I've sailed it far
Yes, I know this dark, I've sailed it far
Salt on my hands, light on the stone
Another dawn, another zone
