Clara Byrne - To Rome

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Colours all mismatched
Boomed highest from walls
Wrapped tightly around trains
5000 windows stretched out with old age
Forms a slice of must see
Steels pictures just for me
Felt your shadow close
So close I swear it touched my heels
And I will hold my tongue
I won't speak of olden days
I won't speak of olden days
Aah aah ooh
Aah aah ooh
Carvings curved
Held high on teal thrones
Heads of hope watching crowds grow
Bring wishes my knee
I knew you were waiting
For the heat of the night
To strengthen my bones
When I was most alone
Felt your shadow close so close I swear it
It touched my heels
And I will hold my tongue
I won't speak of olden days
I won't speak of olden
Who are you kidding now?
Who are you kidding trynna
Sell new lands to your heart?
Trynna
Sell new lands to you heart
And I will
I will hold my tongue
I will hold my tongue
Won't speak of olden days
I don't wanna
Speak of golden days
Felt your shadow close so close I swear it
It touched my heels
And I will hold my tongue
I don't wanna speak of olden days
I don't wanna speak of golden days
I don't wanna speak of olden days
I don't wanna speak of golden days
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
I don't wanna
Aah aah ooh
Aah aah ooh
Aah aah ooh
Aah aah aaaah

Written by:
Clara Byrne

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