I´m a junkyard full of false starts
And I don´t need your permission
To bury my love
Under this bare light bulb
The moon is a sickle cell
It´ll kill you in time
Your cold white brother all right in your blood
Like spun glass in sore eyes
While the moon does its division, you´re buried below
And you´re coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses follow
The things that you tell yourself
They´ll kill you in time
Your cold white brother alive in your blood
Spinning in the night sky
While the moon does its division, you´re buried below
And you´re coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses
So you got in a kind of trouble that nobody knows
It´s coming up roses everywhere you go
Red roses