Rome
There's room in the back of it all
They're telling me
Obviously
The moon lifts it's face to the sound
Of frozen feet
The punishing beat
The switch light is out of my reach
It's bowing its head
In prayer for the dead
A man counting sand as it falls
Like Rome to the sea
Obviously
To free-fall means nothing to me
Like Rome to the sea
I'm finally free
Autor(es): James Kavanagh