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