From the album "Mother"
A town that has even forgotten how to glitter:
Floods of neon; Flocks of sleepwalkers.
Amidst rotten ambition's wind-scattered bits,
A building slicing the night sky which I looked upon.
No Dreams
In this world
In this city, where not even brilliant stars can be seen,
I'm searching for an end in the night sky;
With thin fingers blocking out the night
Searching for an answer.
Shaking, shaking, my heart is left not believing in anything.
The one that blossomed: My Rosy Heart.
Shaking, shaking, in this world, left also unable to love.
Like petals so colorful that they bring on sadness.
Rosier, I loved you. Rosier, I can't approach you.
Rosier, I can't hold you close. Rosier, I love you too much.
I've pricked my heart.
By the time I knew, I was born
Reason or*quest, not being told
What do I do, What should I take
Words "God Only Knows" won't work for me
Nothing starts Nothing ends in this city
Exists only sever lonesome and cruel reality
But still I search for light
I am the trigger, I choose my final way
Whether I bloom or fall, is up to me
I am the trigger
Shaking, shaking, my heart is left not believing in anything.
The one that blossomed: "My Rosy Heart"
Shaking, shaking, in this world, left also unable to love
Won't it scatter, short-lived? Like those petals?
Rosier, I loved you. Rosier, I can't approach you.
Rosier, I can't hold you close. Rosier, not even myself.
I am the trigger
Posted by Rob Ketcherside at August 1, 1995