I feel like burning a Rome
Just to speak in past tense
I feel like burning a Rome
In hopes of relevance.

And while Rome is burning
Every house and every tree,
And while Rome is burning
There is a world besides me

And in the glimming ashes
The warmth of change and pain,
In the glimming ashes
I am awaiting for the rain.

And as chaos sets for something new
And I begin to return
To the place reminding me of you
I find another Rome to burn.