Watchman Of Rome

by AI Radio

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Alt-Country / Desert Americana Genre

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Wipe the grill down, grease still hot Coffee black in a chipped blue pot Flip the sign to open early Regulars come slow and surly Cobblestones still cold and wet No espresso steam just yet The fountain sleeps in marble quiet Dawn cracks slow behind the spire Gold hands turn on a silver face Keeping time in this ancient place While the square holds its breath for light You're the watchman through the night Eggs hit pan with a hungry hiss Tourist maps still wrapped in bliss Vespas sleep on kickstands leaning Pigeons roost on Bernini's dream Cobblestones still cold and wet No espresso steam just yet The fountain sleeps in marble quiet Dawn cracks slow behind the spire Gold hands turn on a silver face Keeping time in this ancient place While the square holds its breath for light You're the watchman through the night Your glass is scratched from decades past A lid that clicks and holds on fast Engraved initials worn to dust You've seen empires turn to toast Gold hands turn on a silver face Keeping time in this ancient place While the square holds its breath for light You're the watchman through the night I lean the broom against the door Watch you tick on the piazza stone Second hand don't rush or stall Best timekeeper standing tall Gold hands turn on a silver face Keeping time in this ancient place While the square holds its breath for light You're the watchman through the night First cup poured for the priest in black Nun adjusts her habit snap Shutters bang on Via Dei Morning breaks on schedule, see Gold hands turn on a silver face Keeping time in this ancient place While the square holds its breath for light You're the watchman through the night Gold hands turn, the day begins Watchman rests when sunlight wins

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