Saffron Steps (wersja 3)

Verse 1

Parchment streets and orange peel

Dust on our ankles, nothing else is real

Two silver coins tucked in your shoe

The bells ring five across the blue

Pre-Chorus

Sun on your collar, salt on your skin

Tell me where the climb begins

Chorus

Down these saffron steps we go

Moving where the warm winds blow

Barefoot over sunlit stone

Young enough to call it home

Verse 2

Linen drying on the wire

Rooftops humming like a choir

You drink the water from the tin

And laugh before the drums come in

Pre-Chorus

Sun on your collar, salt on your skin

Tell me where the climb begins

Chorus

Down these saffron steps we go

Moving where the warm winds blow

Barefoot over sunlit stone

Young enough to call it home

Bridge

If the heat gives way to velvet shade

We keep every promise that we made

We don't need a lantern for the climb

Take my hand and steal the rest of time

Chorus

Down these saffron steps we go

Moving where the warm winds blow

Barefoot over sunlit stone

Young enough to call it home