Bread and Wine - Rome

Say we’re here to reclaim our past

Though we knew it couldn’t last

Our pathetic attempt to fashion this place

To our own, alien ways

Say we’re here to watch our homes

Be buried by a hail of stones

Assume it all

And let’s drink to our fall

Oh, friends, let us drink to this memory so fine

For not all is lost when there is still bread and wine

And then we slip back

I am I, you are you

And the life we knew, we loved so much

Is here, unblemished, untouched

And waiting for that hail of stones

We’ll meet our fate at home

As men turn to mice

With the closing of the vice

Oh, friends, let us drink to this memory so fine

For not all is lost when there is still bread and wine

Oh, how we’ll miss your green and gold

The tinkling of your streams

The majesty of your storms

The sounds of your evening doves

Your harvest sun warm on our skin

The scent of your hot cotton

Your leopards in the sun