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 stains 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
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