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.