She drinks my blood
in the white roses
white lament in the garden
red lament in my heart

I paint the roses
with my blood
I don’t know myself
I don’t know myself

She dances in my eyes
and my heart is a flower
then I cry, then I cry
then I cry, then I cry

The rain has name
the tear has name
what’s the way
should I go?

The new angels celebrate
the dead of roses
and the stars
hurt my face

She drinks my blood
in the white roses
white lament in the garden
red lament in my heart

The roses request love