It’s 3 am
and I’m calling
and it’s me feeling like Rome
and it’s you feeling like Paris;

I am built on ruins
and you’re built on promises
of love.


I want to talk to you
about how I once held glory
for the rest of me is ancient history.


Remember when I burned
for a day?


I felt beautiful that day
and I wish you have something
to say to me tonight, my city of light.


I wish you could answer
the ******* phone but then
you’re probably sleeping, and I’m crying.