Track Insight / Lyrics
You walk the cobbles where the canal turns black
Your spurs catch frost on Herengracht's stone back
Twin suns bleed orange through the winter mist
Your cold fingers touch the steel you've kissed
And you hum a hymn your alto voice once knew
Beneath the bridge where tram rails cut the grey
Two suns, one canal, one gun, one prayer
Winter holds its breath inside the air
The double bass bows low in foggy light
Your horse stamps once on frozen brick tonight
A bicycle bell rings sharp through vapor clouds
A drunkard's song rises from tavern crowds
And you hum a hymn your alto voice once knew
Beneath the bridge where tram rails cut the grey
Two suns, one canal, one gun, one prayer
Winter holds its breath inside the air
Glockenspiel notes fall like ice on iron rails
You adjust the holster where your leather fails
The choir director's voice rings in your chest
Breathe from the diaphragm, give it your best
No saloon doors swing on this frozen street
No whiskey waits in glasses crystal sweet
Just canal water lapping brick and bone
And two suns rising where you've always known
The nylon string trembles in your calloused grip
You played the organ once, let the choir slip
Now fingerpicking hymns for bridges made of stone
Where fog sits heavy as a judgment throne
And you hum a hymn your alto voice once knew
Beneath the bridge where tram rails cut the grey
Two suns, one canal, one gun, one prayer
Winter holds its breath inside the air
Dawn cracks the fog with pale and watery gold
Your horse's breath makes plumes against the cold
The twin suns merge to one above the spires
You ride on where the canal never tires
And you hum a hymn your alto voice once knew
Beneath the bridge where tram rails cut the grey
Two suns, one canal, one gun, one prayer
Winter holds its breath inside the air
Two suns, one canal, one gun, one prayer
Winter breaks its hold inside the air
You ride on humming where the water turns
Twin suns, one bridge, the morning burns
