There is a memory that is vivid in my head;
A ballerina\'s rosebud remains, Behold
Such tenderness opens up my heartstrings
Am I destined to be alive for another year?
I see my life right before me
The birds, the bees, the flowers, the things;
And there it is out in the coliseum
A little girl stands
Between her rose and her fate,
And her father stands with her
Holding her hand and comforting her...
Some days are more crucial than others
Yet there are some moments that keep me alive
The sun lights a candle for me
Even during the times that I am not good
Because I am the loneliest girl in the world;
Where is this rose that leads me be?
Where is the love that carries me?
Such beauty is not quite embraced
Yet I still read the Bible
With a smile on my face
And I think about all the roses on the stereo
But there is one particular one
That always feels defeated,
She lies upon the stereo
Longing for the music to end
Because the music is killing her...
Daddy, daddy
Why don\'t I feel so alive?
My rosebud dreams are livid
Where are my angels when I need them?
Where are the souls that thrive?
For the roses in the coliseum
Are livid too,
For the love on a ballerina\'s face
Never stays afloat
I write on your piano keys next to the stereo
The four-letter word that is love.
And you are the human Jesus
That looks after me,
You bear a cross for my name
As I dance across the floors of a human faith,
For a human faith is scorned;
Daddy, daddy
I am that rose in your hair
That lingers on your stereo--
And the coliseum is full of angels
Singing words of praise,
And what is my life without the perfect guardian?
I hold in my hand
Your rosebud,
For rosebud dreams tend the darling buds of May
For I will forever linger in dismay
And heaven is a masterpiece I won\'t forsake
Forgive my blood-bound heart;
I am the rose on the stereo.