Lyric

Morning spills across the harbor

Salt and sun pull me into motion

Rooftops wake in honeyed light

Cafes breathe steam into the street

Windows open like a crowd of eyes

Stone and sea set the skyline free

Steps align with the daylight beat

Waves thread rhythm through my feet

We ride the Mediterranean morning, light at our side

Stone and sunlight guide the lanes where all our pulses ride

Every alley sings the skyline, calling out our name

Sotto il cielo we move, the day becomes our lane

Ahhh ahhh…

I carve a comet wake across the bay so wide

Oooo ooo…

Harbor strips to silver while the rooftops glide

Balconies throw color into motion

Vespa echoes thread the narrow bends

Heat and wind braid into a single pulse

Speed feels honest under the honest sun

Sun counts down, the rhythm climbs

The city folds like pages into lines

We ride the Mediterranean morning, daylight in our veins

La città vola past marble docks and tiled trains

Every horizon lifts our voice and signs our name

Volare oltre, we write new maps across the frame

Ahhh ahhh…

(Ahhh…)

I break the arc and claim the sunlit edge

(Ahhh…)

Sky narrows to a ribbon, I cut from ledge to ledge

Not fleeing but choosing, throttle set to day

This pulse is mine, I let the moment stay

History underfoot and salt upon my skin

I take the seam of morning, let the next begin

Sun waits like a promise but not for us yet

We leave a seam of daylight in the wake we set

If asked to choose again I would still decide

To ride the light, to fly the line, to keep the tide