Kissing roses take the blame...
I want to die before your body rots
More, more, more;
The sky is building a grave for us
And here\'s the secret that no one knows...
This house is all about rejection
And I am climbing this giant ladder
To stay afloat,
And this house is built from love
For I shall fight, yet I shall die
Will I come out on the other side
And kiss the red tree that breeds red roses?
My love is a stark-shine force
Divided by two lovely shenanigans;
A house on top of a hill
And a lonely sailor in the garden.
What is love without a kiss from a rose?
The curtain is made of pins and rose petals
And the streets are made of dreams
For I am a kissing rose
Kissing a tree,
What kite flies above the sky?
True words never find the rhythm
Unless eternity turns over a new leaf
May I start to burn in treason
With the deliverance of my heart...
...oh my heart, my heart;
The grand old opry
Rebukes all that there is
And I shall raise the golden sun to its standards
For I am sky blue in the heart
Swimming in dear old sand...
My heart is fetal
Like a rosebud baby
Blooming between rocks of lesion;
I love you, my boy
Will you swim in the bottom with your girl?
A kiss from a rose is dangerous
I shall call this callous owl
And make it fly...
For I am not livid anymore
The mysteriousness has taken me
And all the letters I\'ve written to God
Are my heart\'s burial force;
I cry, I cry, for the rose
For the rose bleeds from treason...
This house is insane,
How can one so dumb
Get through the pain?
For I am numb.
Behold William Shakespeare
Wearing cargo pants...
For he holds his heart in his pocket;
I am truly numb now,
For I can feel the pain
Why question a rose\'s kiss
If it is not true?