You are so young,my love.
The wind in your hair even knows your time
And the sky,it lives in your heart
In the end,nothing's even worth a dime.
You speak of war as if it's a game
But when does it end?
If I give you peace,
Would you try to live enough to tell
There are no monsters under your bed
And no beasts within your satin sheets
The nights are full of fire
And the fire's full of heat
"If to smoke you turn,
I shall not cease to fiddle while you burn"
Dear Rome...You gave us happiness and joy
But your walls hold darkness somewhere in return
-I will build you up again,my dear Rome,-
I looked at the waves of the sea.
-But I want to see how you burn first.-
You can't stop the time,it runs free