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