As I stood alone
In the crowded streets of Rome
My judgement clouds with cigarette smoke
I really thought that I had
A lot to give
I guess what I had just wasn't enough
I wasn't to stay inside
Your heart forever
I was but a tourist
Spill my heart on these pages at the Pantheon
But do you mind?
There's no way that I can ever return
To a place haunted by those memories
Throw on a layer of paint to mask the wound
Like the frescos at Raphael's Tomb
Please don't leave Genevieve
I Love You
I wasn't to stay inside
Your heart forever
I was but a tourist
Spill my heart on these pages at the Pantheon
But do you mind?