The Book Songtext
von Sheryl Crow

I read your book
And I find it strange
That I know that girl and I know her world
A little too well

And I didn′t know
By giving my hand
That I would be written down, sliced around, passed down
Among stranger's hands

Three days in Rome
Where do we go?
I′ll always remember
Three days in Rome

And never again
Would I see your face
You carry a pen and a paper
And no time and no words you waste


Oh, you're a voyeur
The worst kind of thief
To take what happened to us
To write down everthing that went on between you and me

Oh, three days in Rome
And I stand alone
I'll always remember, mmm
Three days in Rome

And what do I get?
Do I get revenge
While you let all out
Without any doubt
Of how this would end?

Sometimes it goes
Sometimes we come
To learn by mistake that the love you once made
Can′t be undone

Oh, but three days in Rome
I laid my heart out, I laid my soul down alone
I′ll always remember
Three days in Rome