Dreams Of Rome

The dreams of Romulus spiral out into madness
The dreams of Remus spiral out into madness

Dunno what she thinks, but I know she's watchin

Flower blossoms thru the cracks in the concrete
A fake town with a fake name that rolls off the roof of the mouth
No buses into the city, keep the Irish rats out
Every day, grey sun down the lanes
She hates it here and dreams of escape
Shit tunes, shit clothes, shit haircuts, shit shoes
Who the fuck are The Beatles anyway?
Didn't that one lad livе down the street?
Ciggies and sweets after school in thе park
Listens to soul records every night in the dark
And she cries
And she dreams of a boy with blue eyes
Or are they green?

He sits on the Piazza de Spagna
Swigging chianti out the bottle
The same baby boy with the dark hair and the blue eyes, or are they green?
The one she saw off on the train to London
And he'll never be Marcus Aurelius
In her dream she gave him too much fire
And he's with his new love now
And he loves her with that same desire

And she'll come back around in 12 years
Years of toil for a moments salvation
And one day he'll go back and see her
Walk down these streets where she died
All these roads lead back to Rome
And when he's there, he'll sit on the Piazza de Spagna
At a time and a place
And she'll be there, but she won't
And she'll be there
And the boy will think...
I dunno what she thinks, but I know that she's watching
I know that she's dreaming

The dreams we dream spiral out into madness
The dreams we dream spiral out into madness