Most

You're tempted to look

Out on the stones

For people will say

It reminds them of Rome

You've got the smile

That chases the world

And I've got the time

To leave them unturned

Those terrible signs

And beautiful things

I've chosen my words

And what they will bring

You've got the hands

To loosen the world

And I've got the time

To leave them unturned

I

Want most

Of all

To go

Unsung

To gaze

At all

I've done

I

Want most

Of all

To go

Unsung

To gaze

At all

I've done