Roman Holiday
Do you remember the taste of my lips that nightI stole a bit of my mother's perfumeCause I remember when my father put his fist throughThe wall that separated the dining roomAnd I remember the fear in your eyesThe very first time we snuck into the city poolLate December with my heart in my chest and the clouds of my breathDidn't know where we were running toBut don't look back
We'll be looking for sunlightOr the headlightsTill our wide eyes burn blindWe'll be lacing the same shoesThat we've worn throughTo the bottom of the lineAnd we know that we're headstrongAnd our heart's goneAnd the timing's never rightBut for now let's get awayOn a Roman holiday
Could you imagine the taste of your lipsIf we never tried to kiss on the drive to Queen'sCause I imagine the weight of your ribsIf you lied between my hips in the backseatI imagine the tears in your eyesThe very first night I'll sleep without youAnd when it happens I'll be miles awayAnd a few months lateDidn't know where I was running toBut I won't look back
We'll be looking for sunlightOr the headlightsTill our wide eyes burn blindWe'll be lacing the same shoesThat we've worn throughTo the bottom of the lineAnd we know that we're headstrongAnd our heart's goneAnd the timing's never rightBut for now let's get awayOn a Roman holiday
Feet first, don't fallWe'll be running againKeep close, stand tall
We'll be looking for sunlightOr the headlightsTill our wide eyes burn blindWe'll be lacing the same shoesThat we've worn throughTo the bottom of the lineAnd we know that we're headstrongAnd our heart's goneAnd the timing's never rightBut for now let's get awayOn a Roman holiday