Cold blue light on the Roman street
Concrete chill beneath my bare feet
Flash my lens at a shutter door
I can't take the same view anymore
Under the stone there is a gold beat
Ticking away beneath the old street
Hear the hum of a gear in the ground
The loudest secret that I ever found
Buses wait in a velvet line
Coffee beans smell like a lucky sign
My old bag has a rip in the side
Nowhere left for a runaway to hide
Under the stone there is a gold beat
Ticking away beneath the old street
Hear the hum of a gear in the ground
The loudest secret that I ever found
Brass and glass in a heavy case
Hidden deep in a hollow space
Sprinting fast through a yellow haze
Lost inside of a cobblestone maze
Steel spring tight and the metal is warm
Quiet center of a morning storm
Hold my breath till the shutters click fast
Make the moment a thing that will last
Pigeons wake on a marble ledge
Walking slow on a narrow edge
I see colors that I can't explain
Washing clean in a sudden light rain
Under the stone there is a gold beat
Ticking away beneath the old street
Hear the hum of a gear in the ground
The loudest secret that I ever found
Silver dials in a rhythmic spin
This is where the new stories begin
Write the date on a polaroid sheet
While the city wakes up on its feet
Under the stone there is a gold beat
Ticking away beneath the old street
Hear the hum of a gear in the ground
The loudest secret that I ever found
Gold beat, gold beat.
Keep it ticking.
Just a gear in the ground.
Tick tick, go.