Rome

Do Good Assassins

Record Details

Released:
2012
Genre:
Rock/Country

I’m walking through the station
But I can’t find your face
Past the daughters of Sheba
And the puppets and parades
Under skies that have witnessed countless conquerors and slaves
Just another bloodless Monday mornin’ in Rome

Every bar’s a benediction
Every hiss rings like a phone
Every kiss a crucifixion
Every streetlight chaperone
And it’s biblically raining
Like a folk song on the stones
Singin’ all our thoughts these days lead to Rome

Vows of engagement
And dreams and amazement
But pigeons and pavement
Is all you really mean

Through the long nights of ruin
To the mornings made of gold
We rise and we fall that way in Rome

Every monolith that crumbles
Every empty glass of wine
Every smirking Sistine cupid
Every punctured valentine
Is a living breathing monument to the days of our decline
Winter, spring and summer, and fall in Rome

Hands in your pockets
Like plugs in their sockets
Roses and rockets
That world is dead and gone

I hit the sack at 3 a.m. when your key hit the door
Your sweet eye wanders, my heart roams
I don’t know why we still call this place home
When we rose, our love fell in Rome

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