Roman Coin - David Duchovny

Goddamn, here’s another gate

It’s hard for me to read Saint Peter’s face

I wait on judgement or rebirth

Stripped of all that life brought my way

Still the weight of you

On my mind

Brings me back to Earth

Like a Roman coin in my pocket

Your love weighs me down from above

Like a lock of your hair in a locket

Priceless and worthless, my love

Render unto Caesar what is his

Render unto Mammon and show this

This half-forgotten portrait and

So render unto memory and fate

Take these coins

From my eyes

Heaven cannot wait

Like a Roman coin in my pocket

Your love weighs me down from above

Like a lock of your hair in a locket

Priceless and worthless, my love

This is what it all amounts to

All the time that I spent with you

A foreign book written in dead letters

By a hand we can’t remember

Here I stand at the fountain

Talisman was moved by many

Hands I can’t redeem what we share

Deliver us to water as a prayer

Like a Roman coin in my pocket

Your love like a Roman coin weighs me down from above

Like a lock of your hair in a locket

Priceless and worthless, my love

Priceless and worthless, my love

Priceless and worthless, my love