I think you should know, this marble is gold
The corridors clear and the walls are alive
I think you should know, the sky is a liar
and the trees are all wrong
I want you to grind the moral of love
The look in my eyes is the love in my hand
I think you should know; I cry on my own
and that pity is weak
Lets drive to the hole in the sky
Lets drink to the spirit of Rome
Lets scratch in hair, and doze
Take me, Take me, take me
The walk in the rain and the heat of the sun
the sigh in the wind and the cut of the snow
Oh, I think you should know
That the sky is a liar
Lets drive to the hole in the sky
Lets drink to the spirit of Rome
Lets scratch in hair and dize
Take me, take me, take me
