Barberini Square - Cherry Ghost

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