The Trembling Of The Rose

Why must it come to this

You disown me with a kiss

Another number on your list

Guess that's me

But old girl, what have I done

Which way shall I run

Aimlessly

Look out moma, I can't see straight

Just woke up, it's getting late

And I'm as full of hate as I used to be

And in the hour my demise

I'll recall your empty eyes

You know I died the day you set me free

But what good is living for

When there's no knock on the door

No shelter from the war raging sea

If you comfort me till dawn

I'd sing your lonesome song

Pack my things, I'll be gone

Vagrantly

But with you high heels and your mace

You tell me I'm out of place

Rip my eyes out of my face

With these

And if I had one inch of pride

You took that too when you said goodbye

You know I died the day you set me free

Well I dreamt of you last night

And I woke to hate my life

Good God I'm sick of sight

Can't you see

But I must remain composed

Beneath the trembling of the rose

But you left me so exposed

Faithlessly

Who knows what is right or wrong

I'll paint your death and carry on

No I don't belong, that's plain to see

I guess I take your stress in stride

The hill is steep, the water's wide

You know I died the day you set me free