Walking a lonely road in the dark
A scent of rain
Under wings of a clouded sky
Is it a losing game
Running after pictures
Slowly slipping away
Trying to take hold of a memory
Do you remember the days when forever
Had only just begun
You reach for the distance
And when you arrive the distance is gone
Already gone
Withered roses in the rear view mirror
Fade away and rain came late
Was it all worth it
When its all been proven just an illusion?
A distant memory for
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Tomorrow, in the palm of our hands
What's gonna be left
But a thorn without roses
Tomorrow, in the palm of our hands
We're gonna take hold
Of a thorn without a rose
Laid out of a hedge of thorns around my heart
Pricking your fingers
Our reason and soul
Tearing you and me apart
Bed of roses in the rear view mirror
It turns to thorns
To a bed of thorns
I'd never known that dying embers
Would hurt more than the blazing fire we lit
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Tomorrow, in the palm of our hands
What's gonna be left
But a thorn without roses
Tomorrow, in the palm of our hands
We're gonna take hold
Of a thorn without a rose