Rough Magic - Rome

None so hopelessly blind

Is he who will not look

None so hopelessly kind

Is he who didn’t see, they took

All that is feral, that is sweet

In this war against descent

You shook your head and took the knife instead

But that’s not what I meant

Into the snow grass

Upon the hills

Holy this and holy that

But there’s no friendly shapes here

Oh, and the blood has made our dream hard to light

It’s only rough magic

There’s nothing to ignite

I’ve overplayed my hand

You never screamed

Though you talked from a dream

Yeah, you never screamed

Though you talked from a dream

Too

None so hopelessly blind

Is he who will not look

None so hopelessly kind

Is he who didn’t see, they took

All that is feral, that is sweet

In this war against descent

And you shook your head and took the knife instead

But that’s not what I meant

Into the snow grass

Upon the hills

Holy this and holy that

But there’s no friendly shapes here

Oh and the blood has made our dream hard to like

It’s only rough magic

There’s nothing to it

And I, oh, I’ve overplayed my hand

And you never screamed

Although you talked from a dream

Oh, you never screamed

Although you talked from a dream

Too

Oh, and the blood has made our dream hard to like

It’s only rough magic

There’s nothing to it

And I, I’ve overplayed my hand

And you never screamed

Although you talked from a dream

Oh, you never screamed

Although you talked from a dream

Too