Fog clings to the Herengracht steel
Notebook cracked in my gloved hand
Altos rise where the water wheels
Half-hymn humming from the dam
Leather waits where the bridge sighs
Winter writes in grey skies
Pages hold what the heart denies
Hope kicks hard before it dies
Leather waits leather waits
Tremolo dips like a gull's cry
Spring tank echoes off the brick
Croon low where the lanterns die
Stubborn chord where the mortar's thick
Leather waits where the bridge sighs
Winter writes in grey skies
Pages hold what the heart denies
Hope kicks hard before it dies
Leather waits leather waits
Breath clouds like a psalm I knew
Choir robes traded for wool coat
Fog swallows the organ's note
Pages warm where the ink still floats
Leather waits where the bridge sighs
Winter writes in grey skies
Pages hold what the heart denies
Hope kicks hard before it dies
Leather waits leather waits
No neon here no city shine
Just canal and leather spine
Dark delivery finds the line
Where hope and melancholy twine
Notebook snaps shut against the cold
Bridge holds firm through the longest night
Baritone sings what the hymn foretold
Dawn cracks slow in the pale light
Leather waits where the bridge sighs
Winter writes in grey skies
Pages hold what the heart denies
Hope kicks hard before it dies
Leather waits leather waits
Spring reverb fades to grey
Gallop bass walks away
Baritone hums the final phrase
Leather waits through winter days