Made my way to St. Peters Square and I spent a few hours there alone
Crossed the bridge to Trastevere yesterday and listened to the buskers play
I saw the Coliseum and my head hurt hearing our hearts beat as one
We both used to hold great battles but now people only come to see the damage that time has done
Don't want to be a tourist attraction but that fact is I am one
I climbed the Spanish Steps alone
And at the top what struck me is that I felt nothing
Standing alone and looking over the Eternal City
And I saw you standing there in your black Berlin t-shirt and faded hair
I asked "Where are you from my dear?"
You said "Things like that don't matter here"
"We can be who we want to be while we're in Rome"
"Besides those people die when we go home"
An ocean away and I'm still running
It's not that I'm scared it's just kind of funny
Trying to revive part of me that's dead
We ended up sharing our names and your bed
Vivienne my Helen
Vivienne my Southern Wind
Vivienne I'm telling you
I don't want our time to end
You headed off south and I went north
You wanted to see me again for what it's worth
We ended up spending one last night together
I'll remember your skin in Kansas weather
Vivienne my Helen
Vivienne my Southern Wind
Vivienne there's no telling
If I'll be seeing you again
You handed me a ten Rand note with your number and name
As I saw it I decided not to call you
Our time together couldn't fix a Goddam thing