Heavy soles on the limestone floor
Open wide every heavy door
Salt air clings to the ancient wall
Ancient pillars standing tall
Step by step on the Roman white
Holding on to the morning light
Marble skin and a weathered face
Walking through this frozen place
Iron gates and the golden key
Turning slow by the turquoise sea
Linen shirts in the midday glare
Scent of pine in the summer air
Coins are tossed in the temple square
Silver threads in a stranger's hair
Broken tiles where the water ran
Built within a dead man's plan
Step by step on the Roman white
Holding on to the morning light
Marble skin and a weathered face
Walking through this frozen place
Pounding hearts in a steady beat
Rhythm found on a narrow street
None of them will ever leave
Stitched into a stony weave
Shadows cut through the open court
Where the days are forever short
Polished paths where the empires slept
Promises that the ruins kept
Step by step on the Roman white
Holding on to the morning light
Marble skin and a weathered face
Walking through this frozen place
White stone walk.
Still we walk.
White stone walk.
