I'm still sitting by the ruins,
Watching you bury our town.
Kinda feels like pompei,
Kinda feels like an old hoax.
I've seen your storms crashing down,
I've been smiling at your jokes;
Well that roman's mosaic,
Is missing some pieces now.
But oh claudia ain't it sweet,
To be known and loved and praised,
In your theater you play,
Rooting other's survival.
A night, you taught me the sky,
(Your golden gaze on my naive eyes)
The stars are pretty, yet they were.
(Your Midas touch brushed my Achille heel)
(I'll let you my tears, prose and glee)
Until you called them history.
(How I'm the best of you but the worst of me.)
Now I'm falling for you like archeology,
(I'll be someone's rediscovery.)