Sirocco Line (Version 2)

Verse 1

Dust on the leather bag beside my heel

Bitter orange rind on the copper sill

Two tickets stamped for noon out on the quay

You smile and hand the lighter back to me

No heavy words, no looking at the floor

Just midday heat vibrating through the door

Pre-Chorus

The tracks hum low beneath the stone

We came as two, we leave alone

Are you ready for the wind to blow?

Chorus

Ride the gold on the Sirocco Line

Leave the sorrow in the salt and pine

Every mile turning warm and free

Meet me where the desert meets the sea

On the Sirocco Line

Verse 2

White linen fluttering along the wire

Shimmer on the asphalt catching fire

You say my name like drinking down the rain

A quiet grace that washes out the pain

We take the turn and never miss a beat

Sunburnt horizon rising up to meet

Pre-Chorus

The tracks hum low beneath the stone

We came as two, we leave alone

Are you ready for the wind to blow?

Chorus

Ride the gold on the Sirocco Line

Leave the sorrow in the salt and pine

Every mile turning warm and free

Meet me where the desert meets the sea

On the Sirocco Line

Bridge

Nothing is broken that we cannot mend

Some roads only open at the end

We spill our shadows out into the blue

I know the dawn is carrying you

Chorus

Ride the gold on the Sirocco Line

Leave the sorrow in the salt and pine

Every mile turning warm and free

Meet me where the desert meets the sea

On the Sirocco Line