That all roads lead back to you
Like some flesh-coated Rome
My heart was a foreign landscape
'Til you called it home
Now I'm waiting for these Holy Roman walls to fall
And I wonder if you ever think of me at all
That all flowers bend towards you;
The point of all light
That all mornings break for you;
I'll stay up all night
And in the morning will you still remember all the vows, I do
I'm a pilgrim and all lonely roads lead back to you
Torn between loves
Vultures and doves