Rome - The Alabanda Breviary | Текст песни

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• The Alabanda Breviary

To the end of the night. In hopes to find
that warming glow. I kept heading for
the lights. And anything they would
show.
Gun and bullet, pen and ink. I guess
I wanted to know. Just how much of a
stink one can kick up at one throw.
And I saw them…

All the roads we dream and never go.
All the wound we bear and never show.
Grief has come to me now. And I smile all the while. Now that I ran out on you.
I ran out on words. And of time.

Do not scorn me with a love so bitter.
Do not weep when I fall. Did you fine
men ever consider that a dream was
the cause of it all?
Gun and bullet, pen and ink. I guess
I wanted to know. Just how much of a
stink one can kick up at one throw.
And I saw them…