Roses

Blind me with distraction
Build a frontier 'cross the void
All tomorrow been destroyed, in a breathI moved out to the country
And I saw the scenery shake
As a summer parade meets its deathAnd God's assassins rode back into town
And paved their way upon the cold, cold groundRoses help me to pretend
Blushing brides and cosmonauts
Don't meet their bitter endGive me grace, oh Mother
I have rumbled quite a feast
Traced the footsteps of a priest in the snowBut in my mind's picture
Of every face I've ever loved
Travel lightly, suck their blood before they goAnd God's assassins rode back into town
And paved their way upon the cold, cold groundRoses help me to pretend
Blushing brides and cosmonauts
Don't meet their bitter endRoses, roses, cannot do this any more
Cannot do this any more
Cannot do this any more...