Bread and Wine Rome

Say we're here to reclaim our past
Though we knew it couldn't last
A pathethic attempt to fashion this place
To our own, alien ways

Say we're here to watch our homes
Be buried by a hail of stones
Assume it all
And let's drink to our fall

So friends, let us drink to this
Memory so fine
For not all is lost when there is still
Bread and wine

Oh friends, let us drink to this
Memory so fine
For not all is lost when there is still
Bread and wine

Then we slip back
I am I, you are you
And the life we knew, we loved so much
Is here, unblemished, untouched

And waiting for that hail of stones
We'll meet our fate at home
As men turn to mice
With the closing of the vice