Track Insight / Lyrics
Banjo strings cut morning air like flint
Cello weeps beneath the zinc roof's seam
I count the spires — Saint-Sulpice, Saint-Germain
Twin suns bleed gold across the Seine
This terrace holds my rifle and my prayer
Zinc gutters catch the light like shattered glass
The city hums a tune I used to know
Two suns climb slow, two suns climb slow
Boot heels rest on wrought iron, cold and worn
Morning light cuts sharp across the zinc and stone
Altar boy habits die hard in the blood
Hymn fragments rise like smoke from copper pipes
The Eiffel Tower throws a needle shadow
Notre Dame's stones hold centuries of breath
My horse drinks water from a copper basin
Twin suns paint everything in honey light
This terrace holds my rifle and my prayer
Zinc gutters catch the light like shattered glass
The city hums a tune I used to know
Two suns climb slow, two suns climb slow
Choir voices swell inside my ribcage now
Latin verses learned on wooden pews
Kyrie eleison for the road ahead
Christe eleison for the lives I've taken
Sunset paints the rooftops rose and copper
Pigeons scatter from the cathedral ledge
I saddle up beneath the dying light
Paris sleeps while twin suns watch me leave
This terrace holds my rifle and my prayer
Zinc gutters catch the light like shattered glass
The city hums a tune I used to know
Two suns climb slow, two suns climb slow
Two suns climb slow
Two suns climb slow
