Barberini Square Testo

Where the fountains freeze
And teetering heels fall to their knees
In disrepair
A dozen limping midnights
Leave me there

Where the vandals loot
And no magnum opus
Dares to stoop
The cupboards bare Drag your heels to Barberini Square

I close my fist around
The poles from north to south
No blushes to burn
Long, long gone
Nothing to no-one
Moving on, moving on

I have watched the trains
Pulling away time and again
From platforms stained
With lovers tears
And grateful arms the same

Just a name to sing
Cross white hot coals
A winter wind
To climb the stairs
And grace my lips on Barberini Square
I close my fist around
The poles from north to south
No blushes to burn
Long, long gone
Nothing to no-one
Moving on, moving on

In a certain light
Your face could launch
A bare knuckle fight
With scowls to spare
Drag your heels to Barberini Square

I close my fist around
The poles from north to south
No blushes to burn
Long, long gone
Nothing to no-one
Moving on, moving on

Long gone, long, long gone