To us in a whisper in a dark room maybe too soon a quiet toast of forgetting as forbidden glasses chime that might awaken some objection in the future resurrection of a dead fear I can never bear and I'll smile and drink the wine For you it's sweet like the music in my bedroom like sleeping through the afternoons oblivious to the crossing of the stars floating to us in a question in a moment of self perception I still, I will always need someone to write about now I'm still awake it's getting late introspection under heaven with no choice but to sit and write this less than simple love song for you my sweet like the scrathces on my back like the strength I still lack to say I love saying that I can love you Looking for truth in a single rose touch the face of another ghost touch a thorn and the blood might flow slowly awaken a dream but the eyes won't close more than we'll ever know looking for truth as a single rose opens Rose opens To us in a dark room with a thousand flowers in bloom holding down would you know my crown if the petals fell like rain Looking for truth in a single rose touch the face of another ghost touch a thorn and the blood might shudder softly awaken a dream but the eyes won't close more than we'll ever know looking for truth as a single rose opens Looking for truth in a single rose touch the face of another ghost touch a thorn that the blood might show me something awaken a dream but the eyes won't close more than well ever know looking for truth as a single rose opens Rose opens rose opens Looking for truth in a single rose touch the face of another ghost touch a thorn and the blood might flow slowly awaken a dream but the eyes won't close more than we'll ever know looking for truth as a single rose opens Rose opens a single rose opens rose opens rose opens rose opens