I am smelling olives and car exhaust
Out here in a Roman piazza
He's back in our hotel room feeling lost
Working on his book
He wants it to be perfection
He wants it to be pure gold
He sees the smallness of his mornings work
And thinks my love will soon grow cold

He doesn't know I'd love him anyway
If all of his work brings nothing in
And although I tell him everyday
He won't let my love sink in
He won't let my love sink in

We walked in ruins yesterday
Feral cats were everywhere
He spoke of a good life far away
And how his book will take us there
Well you know I love his passion
And the way he spins his dreams
But I've got my perfect life right now
That's something I can't make him see

He doesn't know I'd love him anyway...

BRIDGE
Well I love a good storm
He likes the calm
We get what we need
We carry on
I know his doubts make his blood move
But sometimes I wish he didn't have so much to prove

He doesn't know I'd love him anyway...