Black Rose

Blood on the road, tales of the life Countless old pictures, all blue in my mind We've been here before, I fell through the same door Then was made to remember your name

It all chipped away, made room for a sign Counting the days we were all left behind The violence that shakes the truth from my hand As I learn to walk away

Black rose Mark my words I'll return

Silence, a place, a deafening sound That turns on a house and it's felt miles around The dance of the willow, all withered inside Has it heard all the words in my bones?

If I wanted to run, we'll choose to be blind Still hear the wind as it carries my cry We've been here before, oh, I've closed all the doors Yet, I'm staying to walk alone

Turns to stone Late soul love I'll return

(My) black rose Held so close I'll never know What it means to be real

Turns to stone Late soul love I'll return