Rome - Rough Magic Lyrics
None so hopelessly blindIs he who will not lookNone so hopelessly kindIs he who didn't see, they tookAll that is feral, that is sweetIn this war against descentYou shook your head and took the knife insteadBut that's not what I meantInto the snow grassUpon the hillsHoly this and holy thatbut there's no friendly shapes hereOh, and the blood has made our dream hard to lightIt's only rough magicThere's nothing to igniteI've overplayed my handYou never screamedThough you talked from a dreamYeah, you never screamedThough you talked from a dreamTooNone so hopelessly blindIs he who will not lookNone so hopelessly kindIs he who didn't see, they tookAll that is feral, that is sweetIn this war against descentAnd you shook your head and took the knife insteadBut that's not what I meantInto the snow grassUpon the hillsHoly this and holy thatbut there's no friendly shapes hereOh and the blood has made our dream hard to likeIt's only rough magicThere's nothing to itAnd I, oh, I've overplayed my handAnd you never screamedAlthough you talked from a dreamOh, you never screamedAlthough you talked from a dreamTooOh, and the blood has made our dream hard to likeIt's only rough magicThere's nothing to itAnd I, I've overplayed my handAnd you never screamedAlthough you talked from a dreamOh, you never screamedAlthough you talked from a dreamToo
