[Verse 1]

Across the city there's a golden chill

A rare holding still

As if somebody's gonna sing

A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes

No blues and twos

As if somebody's gonna sing

And in the moment hanging on to you

We're a bundle of clothes and shoes

Whatever we could find

You are the reason for this missing beat

On the streets that I love

And in me



[Chorus]

Now I'm here at your side

We try to rhyme our stride

And head for supplies



[Verse 2]

Way down inside me was a pilot light

That good friends tended and fed with tiny kindnesses

And there was comfort in a stranger's bed from time to time

It has to be said it just reminded us

The brief ignition of a hopeful flame but there and then gone

It wasn't the same and then a rostrum struck

The way you read me like you wrote this book

And chapters along it's still in your eyes



[Chorus]

Now I'm here at your side

As though

The street

That meets our feet might know

We try to rhyme our stride

And head for supplies



[Verse 3]

Across the city there's a golden chill

A rare holding still

As if somebody's gonna sing

A dip in tempo for the castanet shoes

No blues and twos

As if somebody's gonna sing



[Bridge]

We glide

We spin

You end and I begin

I made this mess for you

To sift through for all time

You're glowing from within

Beneath an autumn sky

We find our rhyming stride

And head for supplies