I Read Your Book
And I Find It Strange
That I Know That Girl And I Know Her World
A Little Too Well
And I Didn't Know
By Giving My Hand
That I Would Be Written Down, Sliced Around,
Passed Down
Among Strangers Hands

Three Days In Rome
Where Do We Go
I'll Always Remember
Three Days In Rome

Never Again
Would I See Your Face
You Carry A Pen And A Paper
And No Time And Words You Waste
You're A Voyeur
The Worst Kind Of Thief
To Take What Happened
To Write Down Everything That Went On
Between You And Me

Three Days In Rome
And I Stand Alone
I'll Always Remember
Three Days In Rome