Desinvolture - Rome

I sleep the sleep of the hermit

I found a safe place up above the world

Where no one could really hear my song or read my lips

I roam in my thoughts

I visit the fire, but I stay away if there’s people

I only ever mingle to be a stranger among them

I’ve seen what they’ve done to the city

But it’s me, guarding their flame now

As I sleep the sleep of the hermit

As I eat the bread of the vile

Up above th world, for no one to know

To remain complet, the man must at all times, at all costs, keep some part of

himself beyond

Beyond this life, beyond the laughter and the tears

Outside, as the complete outsider