We are chose, our nature, by what time?
And all we sail, all we say is
"We'll stay in a flat rate year"
A flat rate year
And not think of anything special

A broken rise
On board the shoreline's eyes
Appears in your soup
And thus, the rose, in stature

All the saints be praised
In the worship halls of unscientific matter
We are stolen, our nature, which is not fixed
But stunted when compared, around here
To the rose
To the flower of youth depicted in stone
And unceremoniously battered

How does love compare to the rose, in stature?
Not since Moses parted what seas?
Not since who of you voted in Thatcher?

Oh my stale "Woah or be there"
Dies unsung on the wings of a bird
By the whips of a nihilist
I'd gladly be diseased
As ignorance breeds these deeds
Her red sea could swallow me whole
If I could find her
If I could only catch her

All heavens know my course and called it natural
Human nature, our flatulent master
Does not compare us to a rose, in stature

How does love compare to a rose, in stature?
Not since Moses parted what seas?
As St. Francis fixes you with a state and a hatchet
You hold up your hands and quivering, plead the matter
The rose, in stature

Oh these are existentialist yearnings now
Cough syrup and ** inaudible **

Brick and mortar - not flesh and bone
A broken oar, Isis - in the fields, see a boar
In a flak-en sorrow, more over
The hills Rome bears a sign or two, or nine
If your eyes are open
But I'm only open to pride
I've fallen to time
I fall into time

How does a rose compare to my love, in stature?
How does your rose compare to my love, in stature?

I love my love
I'll say my piece
I'll take your hand
And I'll lead thee
Ah the son of Orpheus
In a golden time
You were armored by Athena
You sold me lines
A Lucan dance for inspiration
In the Flowing Tide
I used to be fucked up
Now I share my life
And it all makes sense ..

How does love compare to the rose, in stature?