Testo Thorn In Your Side

The roses undress,
their faint perfume fills the air,
fill a thorn as it grazes your side,
but you know its not the end of the world.

Words on your plate,
The cat ran away with a lick.
Now your sitting all by yourself in a room thats more blank than his stare.

Far away, you can find a place,
where happiness begins.
A distant sound, can't escape the ____ ear,
but an ache penetrates through the fog covered glass,
at the end of the world.

Crystal bath, in the mud all the sky disappears,
thirsty vases rest on tables while curtains get snagged on their thorns.

Far away, you can find a place,
where happiness begins.
Meet me there, on a shooting star,
we can start again, at the end of the world.