Track Insight / Lyrics
You drift on a velvet breeze
Above the garden's sleepy trees
Your wings are a ghostly white
A pale bloom in the Paris night
The soil is rich and deep and black
You fly and then you circle back
You wait for a steady beat
Upon the cobblestone of the street
Counting footsteps on the stone
Walking where the wind has blown
Pale wing drifting in the air
Finding someone waiting there
You hover by the terrace rail
A tiny ship without a sail
The rooftops are a slate of grey
Where all the summer colors stay
The soil is rich and deep and black
You fly and then you circle back
You wait for a steady beat
Upon the cobblestone of the street
Counting footsteps on the stone
Walking where the wind has blown
Pale wing drifting in the air
Finding someone waiting there
Like * Jasminum* in the heat
Your scent is heavy, wild and sweet
You watch the leather shoes go by
Beneath a heavy violet sky
Wait for the click of a metal key
Wait for the lock to set you free
The Wurlitzer plays a low blue chord
A lonely song for a lost reward
Counting footsteps on the stone
Walking where the wind has blown
Pale wing drifting in the air
Finding someone waiting there
You land on a porcelain cup
Until the morning sun wakes up
The dew is wet on every leaf
The midnight hour is short and brief
Counting footsteps on the stone
Walking where the wind has blown
Pale wing drifting in the air
Finding someone waiting there
One, two, three, four
Close the terrace door
Pale wing, go to sleep
