Finch (USA)
Black Roses
[Verse 1]
Unnerved by reason, I shake your tomb
Our last bereavement, tangled in truth
Bones break the season, mend me to you
Dancing the dead man, dressed as the fool

[Verse 2]
I hold black roses, color the skies
The earth below us, grows cold with time
Etched in the moment, we’ll be the last
Watching the dead man, hallow the past

[Chorus]
Now I feel, I’m nearly home
Now I feel, I’m nearly home

[Verse 3]
And now the wind whispers new life
We are in bloom, we are alive

[Chorus]
Now I feel, I’m nearly home
Now I feel, I’m nearly home

[Instrumental Break]
[Chorus]
Now I fell, I’m nearly home
Now I fell, I’m nearly home