Black Rose - The Magic Numbers

Blood on the road

Tales of the life

Countless old pictures

So blue in my mind

I’ve been here before

I fell throw the same door

I was meant 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 hands

As I land to walk away

Black rose, mark my words

I’ll return

Silence in place

A deafening sound

It turns on a house

And it’s felt miles around

The dance of the willow

All withered inside

Has it heard every word

In my bones

If I wanted to run

We choose to be blind

Still hear the wind

As it carries my cry

We’ve been here before

I’ve closed all the doors

Yeah I’m staying to walk alone

Turns to stone late

So love, I’ll return

Black rose, held so close

I never known

What it means to be real

Turns to stone late

So love, I’ll return