You trace the square with copper foil
Before the espresso boils
Each cobble catches colored light
You map the dark before the bright
Lead lines hold the morning glass
Lead lines watch the shadows pass
You solder dawn to ancient stone
Rome wakes up but you're not alone
Lead lines lead lines
Your knife cuts clean through spectrum sheets
Where tourists later crowd the streets
Red glass for blood the martyrs spilled
Blue for veins the city filled
Lead lines hold the morning glass
Lead lines watch the shadows pass
You solder dawn to ancient stone
Rome wakes up but you're not alone
Lead lines lead lines
Salt air taught you how to read
The horizon's shifting bead
Now Tiffany lamp lights your bench
You weld the spectrum inch by inch
The cafes wake with clinking spoon
The priest climbs stairs to meet the noon
But you've already caught the fire
Held it in a lead came wire
Your hands know pressure know the give
How glass and metal learn to live
A lighthouse lens in miniature
Each panel saves a soul from blur
Lead lines hold the morning glass
Lead lines watch the shadows pass
You solder dawn to ancient stone
Rome wakes up but you're not alone
Lead lines lead lines
The square fills up with noise and feet
Your masterwork makes dark complete
No beacon sweeps the harbor now
But colored light still guides the prow
Lead lines hold the morning glass
Lead lines watch the shadows pass
You solder dawn to ancient stone
Rome wakes up but you're not alone
Lead lines guide the waking town
Lead lines lead lines
Copper veins in stone roads glow
You pack your tools and watch them go
