Goddamn, here's another gate
It's hard for me to read Saint Peter's face
I wait on judgement or rebirth
Stripped of all that life brought my way
Still the weight of you
On my mind
Brings me back to Earth
Like a Roman coin in my pocket
Your love weighs me down from above
Like a lock of your hair in a locket
Priceless and worthless, my love
Render unto Caesar what is his
Render unto Mammon and show this
This half-forgotten portrait and [?]
So render unto memory and fate
Take these coins
From my eyes
Heaven cannot wait
Like a Roman coin in my pocket
Your love weighs me down from above
Like a lock of your hair in a locket
Priceless and worthless, my love
This is what it all amounts to
All the time that I spent with you
A foreign book written in dead letters
By a hand we can't remember
Here I stand at the fountain
Talisman was moved by many
Hands I can't redeem what we share
Deliver us to water as a prayer
Like a Roman coin in my pocket
Your love like a Roman coin weighs me down from above
Like a lock of your hair in a locket
Priceless and worthless, my love
Priceless and worthless, my love
Priceless and worthless, my love
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