Текст песни Black Rose - The Magic Numbers

Blood on the road, tales of the life
Countless old pictures, all blue in my mind
We've been here before, I fell through the same door
Then was made to remember your name

It all chipped away, made room for a sign
Counting the days we were all left behind
The violence that shakes the truth from my hand
As I learn to walk away

Black rose
Mark my words
I'll return

Silence, a place, a deafening sound
That turns on a house and it's felt miles around
The dance of the willow, all withered inside
Has it heard all the words in my bones?

If I wanted to run, we'll choose to be blind
Still hear the wind as it carries my cry
We've been here before, oh, I've closed all the doors
Yet, I'm staying to walk alone

Turns to stone
Late soul love
I'll return

(My) black rose
Held so close
I'll never know
What it means to be real

Turns to stone
Late soul love
I'll return