Iron wheels kiss zinc gutter's edge
Saints in stained glass watch the turn
Bolted hymnal cold and pledged
Alto breath the smoke will burn
Copper pipes sing Vespers low
Coffee steam and cigarette glow
Pigeon feathers crown the spire
Choir kid climbs the iron choir
Rusted Psalm on Paris stone
Freight car prays where stars have shone
Half-remembered half our own
Melody in rust and bone
Peeling paint reveals the grain
Haussmann windows frame the gray
Sacred oil and engine stain
Organ stops give way to day
Modular blips like prayer beads fall
Wooden percussion marks the wall
Velvet warmth in smoky room
Baritone shapes the ancient gloom
Rusted Psalm on Paris stone
Freight car prays where stars have shone
Half-remembered half our own
Melody in rust and bone
Seine reflects the terrace light
Chimney pots in silent row
Freight car holds the waning night
Alto knows the notes to sow
Rusted Psalm on Paris stone
Freight car prays where stars have shone
Half-remembered half our own
Melody in rust and bone
Bolt heads shine like cathedral nails
Pizzicato strings pluck rain
Felt piano tells the sacred tales
Crooning baritone remains
Rusted Psalm on Paris stone
Freight car prays where stars have shone
Half-remembered half our own
Melody in rust and bone
Morning cracks the zinc roof seam
Hymnal pages turn to rust
Freight car wakes a holy dream
Alto sings the dust to dust
Rusted Psalm on Paris stone
Freight car prays where stars have shone
Half-remembered half our own
Melody in rust and bone
Melody in rust and bone
Rust