Roman Holiday - Olivia Chaney

Love is on this balcony

Naked, where I rest my feet

We roam Roman ruins

Swifts, swallows swoop and screech

This is our time

Under umbrella pines

Darling can you cope

With my high-hearted ideals and demands

Maybe joy will win

Maybe this will bring

Fruits we never ate before

A feast on future’s lore

That we’re building

Through broken triumphal arches

Thank God, you exist

Go, hustle trade

Think it makes the world go round

I won’t judge you any the less

Only want for you to have the best

That you can in this age

Of freedom, capital

Faith too classical

This is our tim

Under umbrella pines

Darling can you cop

With my high-hearted ideals and demands

Gentle archeologist

Boldly take risk

Dig, dig trust

Brush away the dust

Wondering how it is you learnt

All I need is to be met

Why, why your patience is

So strong and endless