Lyrics Rome - Celine in Jerusalem

The road is alight with quiet lonely
deaths. And to this day, the guns we
stored away show we were soldiers
once, but left the battles unfought,
the lessons untaught. But now we’ve
brought you here, Celine. Scarred with
festival wounds. And it seems like…

It’s not an easy thing to hold you close.
It’s not an easy thing to hold you dear.
It’s not an easy thing to lift you up,
regardless. It’s not an easy thing to hold
you down.

And it’s all in the fight. And it’s quite like
the old men said: It’s all going to hell.
Like innocence, that dumb leper who
lost his bell, you’re wandering the world
meaning no harm. Finding to calm. War
like peace is tidy and clean at a distance.
Yet still it seems like…

Hand in hand, with measured steps and
slow. We take the solitary way. Earthly
strong and earthly wise. Now go name
your fate. Name your demise.