Cold steel table feels like ice
Measure out the sugar twice
Kettle humming low and deep
While the tired city sleep
White light cutting through the gray
Before the breaking of the day
Sift the salt and knead the dough
Watch the golden oven glow
Heavy steam against the glass
Wait for midnight hours to pass
Copper pots begin to shine
Walking on a narrow line
White light cutting through the gray
Before the breaking of the day
Sift the salt and knead the dough
Watch the golden oven glow
Breath is heavy in the air
Iron racks and empty chair
Scent of yeast and toasted grain
Wash away the winter stain
White light cutting through the gray
Before the breaking of the day
Sift the salt and knead the dough
Watch the golden oven glow
Clock is ticking on the wall
Wait for morning bells to call
Cold machines and heavy beats
Waking up the empty streets
Sift the powder fine and light
Hold the secret of the night
Silver dust on every hand
Working in a quiet land
White light cutting through the gray
Before the breaking of the day
Sift the salt and knead the dough
Watch the golden oven glow
Silver flour on the floor
Open wide the kitchen door