Brass Breaking Dawn

(hummmm) (ah-ia-ia-ooh) Dust on the cobblestones The afternoon was growing old

You held a copper coin

To keep away the bitter cold

And in that quiet square

Our silent worlds began to align The wind began to play A

song from far away

And we danced

anyway

Oh, let the horns resound!

Spinning our feet off the muddy ground!

No past to drag us down!

Just this perfect moment we found!

We

found!

Years fade to silhouettes

But that one hour stays in frame

The brass keeps echoing

And softly calls

your forgotten name

If I could hold the sun

Right where it used to shine

I'd paint that square in gold

For all of time

Oh, let the horns resound!

Spinning our feet off the muddy ground!

No past to drag us down!

Just this perfect moment we found!

We found! Hey! Hey!

Hey! (la-la-la-la-la-hey!)