Remembering

Walkin' through the cathedral of the Church of Saint John
Devil on my right shoulder, Jesus on the other one
Cambridge winter when it's cold, it's cold upon my cheek
And the church looked like a wedding cake to me

And I can't help but shiver
And my frigid bones, they bleed
And I can't help remembering

St. Peter's Square is empty and we missed Mass by a day
I can hardly see the statue with all the pigeons in the way
Stumblin' over the cobblestones down a dark and quiet street
But they all look like the interstate to me

Italian streets were made for lovers
Quirky little old oak trees
And I can't help remembering

In the town of Sevilla on bullfighter's day
I can't even remember why we came here anyway
My mind drifts off to summer on a hot and crowded beach
But the sky looks like a waterfall to me

And like the Spanish summer moon is high
It ain't no mystery
And I can't help remembering, no
And I can't help remembering, no, no
And I can't help remembering