I am bound to a house with roaches
Is there a boat in the world
That can take me to the moon?
Behold, she cries when she looks at the ceiling
For she imagines it to be the sky
Oh mother you are still in heaven
And I am down here in hell
If roses fail, then I\'ll be done
My best days
Are when I feel young
Cleaning the windows in the night sky
For life is much bigger in the night sky
As I imagine it to be France
Yet here I am in this dirty house
That was occupied way before me,
Behold the dirty house that is me!
For I am sitting in darkness...
For darkness is a gift to my friendly roses
So pretty and bright in the sun
Oh death do not spar before me!
For I am life\'s rosy maid.