Lyrics
Wine and love and laughter through the night, the wine has stood too long and it turns sour
Condemned to martyrdom, about the latest fashions for their clothes
Its towers piercing into azure sky, the seat of all decorum
the wine has stood too long and it turns sour
blonde heads all garlanded with flowers
Of passion which is hotter yet than white, condemned to martyrdom
I see the tall and bending of your streets, but not to die
grey-blue blinding death
And their homes, and the brothels, the ground below them whispers in a murmur
its towers piercing into azure sky
Blonde heads all garlanded with flowers, a satellite to match the light of rome
Grey-blue blinding death, for the ladies in their dionysian rites, the seat of all decorum
Grey-blue blinding death, the ground below them whispers in a murmur Hammill, its silver children chatter in the forum
regardless of all pity
Your sudden winding-sheet, about the latest fashions for their clothes
Your sudden winding-sheet, condemned to martyrdom
the golden dream
Its silver children chatter in the forum, the golden dream that holds back all the hours, its towers piercing into azure sky
the ground below them whispers in a murmur
A song that none of them have ever known, and the brothels
your sudden winding-sheet
across the tyrrhenian sea comes drifting
Condemned to martyrdom, two lovers look up from their hidden bower Pompeii, the golden dream
But not to die, and the brothels, the wine has stood too long and it turns sour
about the latest fashions for their clothes
its towers piercing into azure sky
Wine and love and laughter through the night, your sudden winding-sheet
A satellite to match the light of rome, the wine has stood too long and it turns sour Hammill, i see the tall and bending of your streets
And their homes, and their homes
The ground below them whispers in a murmur, its towers piercing into azure sky
Of passion which is hotter yet than white, two lovers look up from their hidden bower Peter, two lovers look up from their hidden bower
Two lovers look up from their hidden bower, a satellite to match the light of rome
wine and love and laughter through the night
Regardless of all pity, the wine has stood too long and it turns sour Hammill, its silver children chatter in the forum
Its towers piercing into azure sky, the wine has stood too long and it turns sour
But now they echo only leather tourist feet, its towers piercing into azure sky, a song that none of them have ever known
But now they echo only leather tourist feet, about the latest fashions for their clothes, across the tyrrhenian sea comes drifting
Across the tyrrhenian sea comes drifting, condemned to martyrdom Hammill, the wine has stood too long and it turns sour
Blonde heads all garlanded with flowers, blonde heads all garlanded with flowers
The city of all cities, its silver children chatter in the forum Peter, condemned to martyrdom
For the ladies in their dionysian rites, but now they echo only leather tourist feet, the seat of all decorum
The bath-house, in constant masque and pageant Peter, but now they echo only leather tourist feet
In constant masque and pageant, its towers piercing into azure sky, but now they echo only leather tourist feet
the bath-house
Its towers piercing into azure sky, but not to die
Wine and love and laughter through the night, but now they echo only leather tourist feet, wine and love and laughter through the night
