I've been in my shell breaking spells with
My sins and my heart split apart
Despite the care of my pride
Rome may be small for you
Late night I fall into
Your open arms and will
Handled by with Trembling Care
I've been where it's always bright from the ground up
I'll paint with a sweep of grey the page I write
Despite I pretend like I'm fine
Rome may be small for you
Late night I fall into
Your open arms and will
Handled by with Trembling Care
Rome may be hard on you
Twenty-five years seems too much to you
To decide if I should learn to live
So open my mind or just cut my wrist
Through tears and feathers
We may fall again asleep