Soft skin lingers on the pillowcases
Seductive notes fall on the floor
I have been susceptible to fulfillment
But the lies just keep tumbling down
Red forests and red trees
Don\'t compare to a rose
As red as sin dressed in black
She keeps coming back to her man
For he is never intrigued
For he keeps wanting more
And the silence is deep...
Am I her
Or am I the rose,
That bleeds red in his heart?
Behold the traffic in the street!
As I\'m standing in front of him
He won\'t let go
And the red rose falls
Like a quiet night
Love no longer lingers in his heart;
And I often wonder why the red rose lives
Longer than its lovers,
Yet its touch is still lost
In the fire.