Years of Abalone - Rome

Those years of abalone

Those years of wheat

Now are nothing but empty years to me

You know this ship brings war

You know this is not geneva

Seems like the november pyre

And the cease fire

Were not enough to teach her

Hammer and song

The cool banks of the teeth

I’ve had this scream inside me for a thousand years

And now is the time

To collect the guns we sent ahead

For we know every revolution dies

In childbirth at the latest

And this one’s dead

And we’ll drain our skin

With the taste and smells of the oceans

Just like paris was drenched

In the blood of her bravest children

And we hold on to whatever fragments are left

And for our daughters' sake

We’ll let our dream find the world

We’ll let our hearts glow it awake

We’ll let our hearts glow it awake