Rome - The Alabanda Breviary lyrics

To the end of the night In hopes to find that warming glow I kept heading for the lights And anything they would show Gun and bullet, pen and ink I guess I wanted to know Just how much of a stink On can kick up at one throw And I saw them... All the roads we dream and never go All the wounds we bear and never show Grief has come to me now And I smile all the while Now that I ran out on you I ran out on words And of time Do not scorn me with a love so bitter Do not weep when I fall Did you fine men ever consider That a dream was the cause of it all? Gun and bullet, pen and ink I guess I wanted to know Just how much of a stink On can kick up at one throw And I saw them...