I read your book
And I find it strange
That I know that girl and I know her world
A little too well
And I didn’t know
By giving my hand
That I would be written down sliced around passed down
Among stranger’s hands
Three days in Rome
Where do we go
I’ll always remember
Three days in Rome
Never again
Would I see your face
You carry a pen and a paper and no time and no words you waste
Oh you’re a voyeur
The worst kind of thief
To take what happened to us
To write down everthing that went on between you and me
Three days in Rome
And I stand alone
I’ll always remember
Three days in Rome
And what do I get
Do I get revenge