I\'m in the center of a parade of chaos
As my earth-shattering dreams come to a fix
I love my law
Which was given to me,
I love my law
For it means something to me;
The grand fixture of things
Represent the law at hand
For what is this law I speak of?
No one can ever know,
For the radius of things
Reject the phenomenal
And only the phenomenal can see
For what is this case that was given to me?
Well only the phenomenal would know...
And unsteady surprises come to a full circumvent
Is that money well spent?
For these balloons have already died
There is no place to hide
And there is not a rose left on the raving pier
What body do I represent?
For the dead will come to me only
At last the wicked rose has my soul
For my soul is left for me to bare,
Poetically you have stolen my heart
Though you would never admit it
Alas the storm has gone
And my soul has gone also,
Oh what will we compare ourselves to now
Since the wicked restored my fate?
For it is the rose that has made me human
Its silver petals don\'t compare
And I am your fate, I suppose;
I suppose this love is weathered fate
Let us weather the storms abroad!
There is no rose left in my soul
For all that is left is my soul,
Oh what weathered soul
Deserves this fate?
I shall light up my heart
For my soul is dim,
Shall you light up my heart?
For you kiss me so passionately
Oh my soul is dead!
It is dead in love...
I am dying of love
I am faint,
Oh where is this heart that beats so strong?
There is no rose left in my soul.
And even in the greatest dance
I find romance,
My heart beats for you still
Even when it gets old
For my heart has no rose
Left in its soul
I cry for my undying love.