The Rose Avail

(альбом: The Rose Avail - 2019)

It's not like you pulled your punches
It's not like you throw your bloody knuckles in the air
It's not like you have a pretty soul
You took the knife from my back
And you pulled my strings through the hole

There's still a chance
That I can feel so brave
Your heart gave out when the sorrow
Dragged you closer to the grave

She sat with her face in her hands
Hoping that the sun blocked the bad
You're waiting too long
You shake like you shake when you know
That what you say is gonna change a world

There's still a chance
That I could feel so afraid
Your lungs breathe out loaded mercy
It falls slow and quickly fades

All these roses turn to grey
Call me your saint, call me your thief
Call me anything as long as you mean it
And all these roses will be red
You can't tell me when I'm sad
You can't tell me how to live
I can say that it's over when these ties are broken
When these ties are broken off

Don't go, don't go, don't go from speaking out
To something or someone I wouldn't recognize without the sound
I won't let go, let go, it's more of a courtesy
You've changed for the worst, now you're trapped in doubt
Like there's nothing here to care about

There's still a chance that I can feel so ashamed
My arms grow cold from the comfort that you never ever gave

All these roses turn to grey
Call me your saint, call me your thief
Call me anything as long as you mean it
And all these roses will be red
You can't tell me when I'm sad
You can't tell me how to live
I can say that it's over when these ties are broken off
When these ties are broken off