If you had been born in Rome, more than two thousand years ago
We’ld live in an empire, we’ld own a slave,
And amphoras on the patio, full of oil and wine.
And a marble statue dedicated to me.
If you had been born in Rome, more than two thousand years ago,
Your golden hair wouldn’t smell like shampoo,
And we’ld offer oxen to the gods, make toasts with soldiers
And we’ld be awoken by a chariot going up the pavement.
The tourists are taking pictures where we used to lunch.
These are the perks of passing into eternity.
And a guide is showing them the mosaic in the kitchen.
They’re taking each others’ portraits and strolling through our bedroom.
And now a boy is drawing in pencil in a room of the museum,
The bracelet of emeralds that was wrapped around your veil
And an underwater diver finds our glasses and our plates
These are the perks of passing into eternity.