Salt wind gone but habits stay
You scan the square in greyscale
Twin horizons burn your eyes
Roma wakes in slow disguise
Cobblestones drink spilled wine
Café shutters hold the line
Your hand rests on worn grip
Dawn arrives on copper ship
Two suns rise on seven hills
Industrial pulse the morning fills
You wait for steam and bitter brew
Keeper's patience sees you through
Two suns rise on seven hills
Sub-bass shakes the window sills
Pressure builds in chrome veins
Morning breaks the silent chains
Beat drops hard on ancient stone
You are not alone
Twin suns rising
Bass collapsing
Vocal chops cut through the dawn
Massive sub-bass impact
Lantern logic guides your gaze
Through synthetic violet haze
Storm-wracked eyes read every face
No ship founders in this place
Two suns rise on seven hills
Industrial pulse the morning fills
You wait for steam and bitter brew
Keeper's patience sees you through
Two suns rise on seven hills
Sub-bass shakes the window sills
Fog horn memory fades slow
Replaced by synth arpeggio
But the watch remains the same
Different coast, different name
Light the wick and hold the line
Dawn breaks sharp on travertine
Twin suns rising Bass collapsing
Euphoric pitched vocal chops soar
Massive sub-bass impact
Espresso steam meets morning light
Keeper's ghost rides into night
