Parvis Echo

[Verse 1]
The last tram's whine on Chaussée de Waterloo.
We wipe the zinc top down, it's half-past two.
The air goes thick with bleach and day-old dread.
"Just one more," you said, and tipped your head.

[Chorus]
This last pour isn't for the road,
It's for the static in the code.
The Parvis echo of a name we know,
A quiet space for it to grow.

[Verse 2]
The rust-bloom pattern on the drain in the floor
Looks like a map of somewhere we were before.
The sound your key makes turning in the lock,
A brittle snap against the station clock.

[Bridge]
And the whole damn city holds its breath for us,
A hairline quiet built on fragile trust.

[Outro]
A name we know...
The static in the code...