Lyrics The Alabanda Breviary - Rome

The Alabanda Breviary

To the end of the night in hopes to find that warming glow
I kept heading for the lights and anything they would show
Gun and bullet, pen and ink, I guess I wanted to know
Just how much of a stink on can kick up at one throw
And I saw them…
All the roads we dream and never go
All the wounds we bear and never show
Grief has come to me now and I smile all the while
Now that I ran out on you
I ran out on words and of time
Do not scorn me with a love so bitter, do not weep when I fall
Did you fine men ever consider that a dream was the cause of it all?
Gun and bullet, pen and ink, I guess I wanted to know
Oh, just how much of a stink on can kick up at one throw
And I saw them…
All the roads we dream and never go
All the wounds we bear and never show
Grief has come to me now and I smile all the while
Now that I ran out on you
I ran out on words and of time
All the roads we dream and never go
All the wounds we bear and never show
Grief has come to me now and I smile all the while
Now that I ran out on you
I ran out on words and of time