Roses - Cherry Ghost, Phil Anderson

Blind me with distraction

Build a frontier ‘cross the void

All tomorrow been destroyed, in a breath

I moved out to the country

And I saw the scenery shake

As a summer parade meets it’s death

And God’s assassins rode back into town

And paved their way upon the cold, cold ground

Roses help me to pretend

Blushing brides and cosmonauts

Don’t meet their bitter end

Give me grace oh Mother

I have rumbled quite a feast

Traced the footsteps of a Priest in the snow

But in my mind’s picture of every face I’ve ever loved

Travel lightly suck their blood before they go

And God’s assassins rode back into town

And paved their way upon the cold, cold ground

Roses help me to pretend

Blushing brides and cosmonauts

Don’t meet their bitter end

Roses, roses, cannot do this any more