Track Insight / Lyrics
You lean against the cold grey stone
The morning air is sharp and lone
You fold the map of eighty-two
The ink is faded, pale and blue
Follow the cobalt line to the square
The smell of roasted beans in the air
Run through the cobblestones, race the sun
Before the city's day has begun
The cafe shutters still are tight
You're shaking off the heavy night
The paper crinkles in your hand
A foreign map in a foreign land
Follow the cobalt line to the square
The smell of roasted beans in the air
Run through the cobblestones, race the sun
Before the city's day has begun
The bells are ringing from the tower
We're counting down the golden hour
Your boots are clicking on the street
The rhythm of a racing beat
Wait for the light to break the haze
Lost in a geometric maze
One wrong turn and we lose the way
Hold the map for a brighter day
The first espresso steam will rise
The waking light is in your eyes
We found the corner, found the spot
The morning air is getting hot
Follow the cobalt line to the square
The smell of roasted beans in the air
Run through the cobblestones, race the sun
Before the city's day has begun
The map is tucked inside your coat
A tiny, folded, paper boat
We cross the bridge and find the door
We don't need the map anymore
Follow the cobalt line to the square
The smell of roasted beans in the air
Run through the cobblestones, race the sun
Before the city's day has begun
Race the sun, race the sun
The cobalt line is won
