You hold a lens to a grey morning sky
Wait for the shutters to blink in your eye
Cold leather gloves on a cobblestone street
Rhythm of boots on a slow steady beat
Hold your breath till the espresso pours
Wait for the keys in the heavy wood doors
Black leather skin on a Roman square floor
Wait for the city to open once more
Copper and gold on a wet fountain rim
Light in the alley is distant and dim
Snap a quick shot of a sleeping old cat
Tuck the red film in a flat velvet hat
Hold your breath till the espresso pours
Wait for the keys in the heavy wood doors
Black leather skin on a Roman square floor
Wait for the city to open once more
Scent of a diesel bus idling near
Ticking of clocks in a sharp crystal gear
You trace the lines of a baroque design
Sipping a water like vintage red wine
Hold your breath till the espresso pours
Wait for the keys in the heavy wood doors
Black leather skin on a Roman square floor
Wait for the city to open once more
Silver and chrome on a Vespa in line
Counting the minutes till breakfast is fine
Tighten the grip on the leather and lace
Watch the first smile on a stranger's pale face
Hold your breath till the espresso pours
Wait for the keys in the heavy wood doors
Black leather skin on a Roman square floor
Wait for the city to open once more
Leather and stone.
The cafes are open.
(Clap, clap)
Open once more.