in a Roman street on a full moon night
i was sick and there was a young cop in a circle of yellow light
as we drew near he snapped the safety off his
machine pistol and slid a trembling finger to the trigger
i wanted to say something calming but couldn't catch his eye
he didn't want contact -- he was trained to see movement
"well don't shoot me man i'm a graceful slow dancer
i'm just a dream to you not real at all"