[Verse 1] The Monday sun is hitting the concrete A perfect day for doing plain nothing I watch the fashion high heels on Wall Street And wonder if they’re looking for something You read the vintage pages of Vogue New York With a critical and beautiful frown The waiter drops a silver-plated salad fork And the heavy world is slowing right down [Chorus] Espresso and architecture, that’s my advice A little bit of sugar, a mountain of ice We talk about the skyline, the shadows they cast And how the future never copies the past (Oh, sip it slow) (Let the minutes go) [Verse 2] You say the modern towers lack passion They look like giant mirrors with no soul I say the same is happening to fashion We lost the texture when we took control A yellow cab is honking at a limousine A pigeon hops along the iron rail And inside this little sidewalk café scene We are reading our own fairy-tale [Chorus] Espresso and architecture, that’s my advice A little bit of sugar, a mountain of ice We talk about the skyline, the shadows they cast And how the future never copies the past (Just sip it slow) [Bridge] If the money-men are running the race We can stay right here and alter the pace No need to build a monument in the sky When your espresso brown eyes are telling me why Let the marble stay cold We have stories untold [Guitar & Flute Solo] [Final Chorus] Espresso and architecture, that’s my advice A little bit of sugar, a mountain of ice We talk about the skyline, the shadows they cast And how the future never copies the past Espresso and architecture, keeping the time Two bitter-sweet hearts completely in rhyme (Sip it slow) (Let it go)
