Cold stone holds the morning grey.
Night is folding far away.
Silver mist on cobblestone.
Waiting here and all alone.
Varnish cracked like desert sand.
Held within a ghost's own hand.
Wooden ribs and rusted strings.
Listen how the winter sings.
Wake the Roman pine and gold.
Stories that the alleys hold.
Play the note and let it ring.
Hear the heavy hollow sing.
Cafe chairs are stacked in rows.
Bitter wind of April blows.
Coffee steam will soon arise.
Underneath the waking skies.
Wake the Roman pine and gold.
Stories that the alleys hold.
Play the note and let it ring.
Hear the heavy hollow sing.
Tighten up the horsehair bow.
Steady now and take it slow.
Pull the sound from deep inside.
Where the lonely secrets hide.
Feet will beat a steady drum.
Until the golden hours come.
Copper coins in velvet red.
Until the hunger has been fed.
Ancient walls of ochre hue.
Drenched in early morning dew.
One long chord to break the sleep.
A promise that the spirits keep.
Wake the Roman pine and gold.
Stories that the alleys hold.
Play the note and let it ring.
Hear the heavy hollow sing.
Let it ring, let it ring.
Hear the heavy hollow sing.
Mmm, mmm, mmm.
