Boots rest cold on Haussmann slate
Rifle oil on chamois cloth
Choir breath still holds the weight
Of Latin verses sworn by oath
Two suns burn above the Seine
Gold and rose on cathedral pane
No sheriff star no canyon wall
Just hymn notes rising through the fall
Altar built from chimney smoke
We sang the wire we sang the rope
Banjo thumb picks arterial
Cello weeps where gargoyles perch
Psalm fragments spiral circumferential
Every arrondissement a church
Foot stomp echoes on the search
Wagon trail maps fold to metro lines
Six-shooter rests on wrought-iron rail
Sacristy dust on frontier pines
Ave Maria carries the gale
Rosary beads on the detail
Two suns burn above the Seine
Gold and rose on cathedral pane
No sheriff star no canyon wall
Just hymn notes rising through the fall
Altar built from chimney smoke
We sang the wire we sang the rope
No campfire crackle no coyote cry
Just vesper bells from Sacré-Cœur
The alto line I harmonize
Floats past the Louvre past the tour
Choir ghost walks the corridor
Spurs click quiet on the terrace stone
Twin shadows stretch on Tuileries
This wandering heart has found its home
Between the suns and harmonies
Two suns burn above the Seine
Gold and rose on cathedral pane
No sheriff star no canyon wall
Just hymn notes rising through the fall
Altar built from chimney smoke
We sang the wire we sang the rope
Humming low beneath the zinc
Two suns Paris Amen
