Paris to Rome

I would picture us together
From Paris back to Rome
I could waltz with you forever
I would sweep you back home

Always hoping you would be there
Wherever I may roam
As I backtracked through Geneva
St Pierre's still don't got a dome

I can not slow, in my open-top on open road
The places we drove to together I drive to alone
The things I remember from long ago

Had an accident in Milan
You popped your Mifepristone
How we stopped at the Uffizi
And Palazzo Vecchio

Turn up the radio, they play Bring It To Jerome
Hearing Bo Diddley sing about bringing it home
I'd follow you anywhere you'd go

My pearl, my lamb, my dove
From Paris back to Rome
I will excavate our love buried in the catacombs

I'll dig it up, patch it up, fill it up, touch it up
Fix it up, box it up, load it up, lock it up
Then cut it up, crack it up, I'll mess it up
Break it up, rip it up, use it up, fuck it all up

Don't know much about psychology
Don't know much about pharmacology
Don't know much about a self-help book
Don't know how much benzo I took

But I do know that I love you
And I know that if you loved me too
What a wonderful world this would be