Roman Holiday

Love is on this balcony, naked where I rest my feet

We roam Roman ruins, swift, swallow, swoop and screech

This is our time, under umbrella pines

Darling, can you cope with my high heart and ideals and demands?

Maybe joy will win

And maybe this will bring fruits we never ate before

A feast or a futures law

They were building through the broken, triumphant arches

Thank God, you exist

Go hustle, trade, think, it makes the world go 'round

I won't judge you any less

Only want for you to have the best

That you can in this age of freedom

Capital faith to classical

This is our time, under umbrella pines

Darling, can you cope with my high heart and ideals and demands?

Gentle archaeologist, boldly take risk

Dig deep, trust, brush away the dust

Wondering how it is you learned

All I need is to be made

Why, why your patience is

So strong and endless