Roses fall to the ground,
silent petals make no sound.
The days will whisper the nights will tear
down my windows up my stair
into the house where no one lives
down the path of silhouettes.
Shivers, shivers, up the wall
taping flowers until they fall,
fall
fall
through the floor
forever touching that beautiful nothing
silent petals make no sound.
The days will whisper the nights will tear
down my windows up my stair
into the house where no one lives
down the path of silhouettes.
Shivers, shivers, up the wall
taping flowers until they fall,
fall
fall
through the floor
forever touching that beautiful nothing
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