Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble. Ancient footprints are everywhere. You can almost think that you're seein' double. On a cold, dark night on the Spanish stairs.
There were nights when the wind was so cold. That my body froze in bed. If I just listened to it. Right outside the window. There were days when the sun was so cruel.
There was a wicked messenger. From Eli he did come. With a mind that multiplied. The smallest matter. . When questioned who had sent for him. He answered with his thumb.