Black Rose Way

(альбом: Last Words: The Final Recordings - 2011)

Listen at the door, you won't hear footsteps anymore you look so torn
Please don't speak a word and remember that I might have heard you once before
And the darkness falls to twilight so heavenly
It breaks down through for all to see, all to see
I wander in a daze, down to black rose way
If you're there, call on me, call on me, call on me

Wishful whisper on market street, the wind is gently blowing from the sea
With the vein so hard to miss, I stagger back inside for one last kiss
And the darkness falls from twilight so heavenly
It breaks down through for all to see, all to see
I wander in a daze down to black rose way
If you're there, call on me, call on me, call on me

Listen at the door, you won't hear footsteps anymore you look so torn
Please don't speak a word and remember that I might have heard you once before
And the darkness falls from twilight so heavenly
It breaks down through for all to see, all to see
I wander in a daze down to black rose way
If you're there, call on me, call on me, call on me

Call on me (Call on me) Call on me (Call on me)
Call on me (Call on me) Call on me (Call on me)
Call on me (Call on me) Call on me (Call on me)