"When In Rome" lyrics

"When In Rome"

All my life I have been trying
To think of the world as somewhere that I
Can enter or leave as more than one
Record of self, a physical sum

Something ain't right and I know it all too well
Something ain't right and I know it all too well
Something ain't right and I know it all too well
And ain't nobody ever gonna believe me

Follow the guide when you're in Rome
Plug yourself in, travel alone
I'm pushing the wave as far as I
Can mentally build with internal eyes

Something ain't right and I know it all too well
Something ain't right and I know it all too well
Something ain't right and I know it all too well
And ain't nobody ever gonna believe me

Something ain't right and I know it all too well
Something ain't right and I know it all too well
Something ain't right and I know it all too well
And ain't nobody ever gonna believe me


Writer(s): Jack Zed McEwan, Luke Parish, Daniel Caddy, Luke Gary Reynolds
album: "And Now For The Whatchamacallit" (2019)
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