Rose Bouquets
As Everything Unfolds
So obsessed with the symptom of our regress
Far more than we'd like to confess
Curse the day I woke up this way
Rue the day I let my world decay
Poets will only say: Let go of those rose bouquets
They don't serve you anyway
(They don't serve you, they don't serve you)
Found their purpose, let them lay
Let go of those rose bouquets
They don't serve you anyway
It is without error, certain and most true
What lies within me also lies in you
Curse the day I woke up this way
Rue the day I let my world decay
Poets will only say: Let go of those rose bouquets
They don't serve you anyway
(They don't serve you, they don't serve you)
Found their purpose, let them lay
Let go of those rose bouquets
They don't serve you anyway
Poets will only say: Let go of those rose bouquets
They don't serve you anyway
Poets will only say: Let go of those rose bouquets
They don't serve you anyway