Nine Franc Morning

[Verse 1]
The #4 tram light paints the wet Limmatquai.
You yelled, "We've got nine francs 'til the giro pays!"
I laughed through the bass, "Enough for the morning."
This pressure feels like a tectonic warning.

[Chorus]
We build on a fault line.
We dance on a fault line.
Aggregate joy, tonight.
Aggregate joy.

[Verse 2]
Your coat smells of clove smoke and last winter's rain.
Remember the bankers on Bahnhofstrasse?
They build up in layers; we weather the strain.
A beautiful fracture, a perfect imperfection.

[Chorus]
We build on a fault line.
We dance on a fault line.
Aggregate joy, tonight.
Aggregate joy.

[Bridge]
And the pressure that holds the whole city down...
It makes diamonds of us on the underground.

[Outro]
...nine francs 'til the morning...