Thorn in Your Side

The roses undress

A faint perfume fills the air

Feel a thorn as it grazes your side, but you know

It’s not the end of the world

Words on your plate

The cat ran away with a lick

Now you're sitting all by yourself in a room that's

More blank than a stare

Far away

You can find a place

Where happy ends

Begin

A distant sound

Can’t escape the cotton air

But an ache penetrates through the fog-covered glass

At the end of the world

Crystal ball in the mud

All the sky disappeared

Thirsty vases rest headless on tables while curtains

Get snagged on the thorns

Far away

You can find a place

Where happy ends

Begin

Meet me there

On a shooting star

We can start again

At the end of the world