I left the salt and heavy spray
The grey Atlantic far away
Now I watch the street below
Where the silver rivers flow
High above the zinc roof glow
Watching all the people go
Quiet as a winter stone
In a city of my own
No more beacons in the gale
No more ships with white linen sail
Just the copper trim and slate
And the evening hour getting late
High above the zinc roof glow
Watching all the people go
Quiet as a winter stone
In a city of my own
Coffee steam in a ceramic cup
Watching as the moon climbs up
Blue smoke curls from a chimney vent
Scent of rain and a floral scent
The tide is gone the water's still
I found a peace against my will
No crashing wave no lonely light
Just the velvet of a Paris night
Taxis glide like gold beetles fast
The lonely watchman is a thing of past
I trade the storm for a terrace view
Everything feels polished and new
High above the zinc roof glow
Watching all the people go
Quiet as a winter stone
In a city of my own
The lamp is off the oil is dry
I stare into a violet sky
No one needs my warning sign
In this golden urban line
High above the zinc roof glow
Watching all the people go
Quiet as a winter stone
In a city of my own
Zinc roof glow
Sinking low
City low
