Zinc rooftops under cold gray slate
The watchman walks a heavy gate
He holds a torch of polished chrome
Far from the warmth of any home
Steel cables snap in the midnight air
A sudden slip, a static flare
Silver beam cutting through the black
Lighting a path that won't come back
Silver beam dancing on the stone
Watching the Paris night alone
The flashlight slips from a leather grip
A sudden fall, a sudden trip
It tangles high in a terrace vine
Where copper wires and ivy twine
Steel cables snap in the midnight air
A sudden slip, a static flare
Silver beam cutting through the black
Lighting a path that won't come back
Silver beam dancing on the stone
Watching the Paris night alone
It casts a circle on the street
Where iron rails and pavement meet
A lonely eye in a garden wall
Waiting for the heavy rain to fall
Silver beam cutting through the black
Lighting a path that won't come back
Silver beam dancing on the stone
Watching the Paris night alone
The watchman stares from the alley floor
He cannot reach the open door
The light remains in the leafy lace
Painting a gold and ghostly space
Silver beam cutting through the black
Lighting a path that won't come back
Silver beam dancing on the stone
Watching the Paris night alone
The morning mist turns the metal blue
The city wakes to a frozen dew
The torch still glows in the tangled net
A shining prize that the night has set
Silver beam cutting through the black
Lighting a path that won't come back
Silver beam dancing on the stone
Watching the Paris night alone
Silver beam, silver beam. Stay awake.
Silver beam.
