Rose

Rose, everyone knows

That everything goes

Before the end

Rose, before the door's closed

Remember all those

Who didn't pretend

And they were laughing

When you were crying

When you were singing

Making you small

And they were blind

When you were dancing

When you were running

Against the wall

Rose, stop dreaming of shows

Where the audience flows

Screaming your name

Rose, pick up your clothes

The scores you composed

They've stuck in a frame

In your bedroom

Over your nightstand

Next to your cell phone

You were expecting to ring

To inform you

For your glory

For the arenas

You were going to sing

This smoky cloud, it brings a heavy rain

Turn your face to it

And blossom again