Two Days In a Foreign City - Darren Hanlon

A telegram requesting rendezvous

Ones here on business, others passing through

A reply sent to sender 'neath the weight of a postage stamp

Let’s not forget how we doled out our blames like blessings from a pope

We took each other’s names in vain and washed our mouths with soap

So find the rusty razors hidden in the birthday cake

For old times' sake

But it sounds as good a place as any

Though I’d meet you on the moon

It might be two days in a foreign city

But to me it’s just two days with you

Elope from Mexican restaurant booth, they cleared the plate

And on past ancient buildings majest and ornate, don’t even break

Another place and time a humble room we shared

For less we could have cared

But it sounds as good a place as any

Though I’d meet you on the moon

It might be two days in a foreign city

But to me it’s still two days with you

A palace with 500 rooms, how do they keep them clean?

All empty as the catacombs, it’s not easy being Queen

How she does miss her mother since she went to meet her maker

Call the royal undertaker

And it sounds as good a place as any

Though I’d meet you on the moon

It might be two days in a foreign city

But to me it’s just two days with you

Days with you

Days with you

Days with you