Letra
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
Written by: Christopher Moll, Jon Wilkins, Tim Yehezkely
