Of course they call it a maze when things get lost Me, Ive taken my time at quite the cost Spend my life with a certain point of view And now Im worlds away dreaming of you Lying, wrapped up in my bed Thoughts of you run through my head At this empty telephone Steam is rising from the street Pretty people on their feet Just another day in Rome Now and then I feel I move too fast Holding on to things they will not last Rising up in a moment I close my eyes No one around to fall a simple task Lying, wrapped up in my bed Thoughts of you run through my head At this empty telephone Steam is rising from the street Pretty people on their feet Just another day in Rome And its you thats running scared Afraid of time and every breath Just live your life and soul my dear And youll be fine