Track Insight / Lyrics
Rope burns heal where the Seine runs cold
Morning coffee steams in tin cups old
Zinc rooftops catch the pale gold light
Chimney smoke curls through the quiet height
I count the spires from this iron rail
Notre-Dame wears a crown of veil
Sacré-Cœur bleeds white on the hill
My ferry waits, the water still
Altar boy knees on wooden floor
Latin verses I don't say no more
Now I scrub the salt from steel and chain
Pray the engine starts through wind and rain
Tourists sip wine on Rue Mouffetard
Children chase pigeons in the courtyard
I knew this city on my knees before
Now I know it from the river floor
I count the spires from this iron rail
Notre-Dame wears a crown of veil
Sacré-Cœur bleeds white on the hill
My ferry waits, the water still
Hammond sighs like a choir at rest
Muted horns blow a slow confess
No hallelujah, no amen sung
Just the deckhand's prayer on his tongue
Shift ends when the lanterns bloom
Cobblestones glow in the perfume
Of rain on slate and exhaust and bread
I walk the gangway home instead
I count the spires from this iron rail
Notre-Dame wears a crown of veil
Sacré-Cœur bleeds white on the hill
My ferry waits, the water still
I count the spires, I know them well
Each stone a psalm I cannot spell
Organ fades, the Leslie slows
Deckhand rests where the river flows
