It was he who wlaked on time to sit beside
I knew that he would bring me sage to trade a smile
So he took me down the way to thorn road
I'd bleed with every touch of the roses
He said he'd make a fire and rest tonight
He promised, "i'll walk tomorrow beside."
Queen of all midlands would not agree to which of his hands is a liar
He asked me would i take his right
I answered, "i can take anything."
So we went walking down the train tracks on thorn road
He's trip with every stumble of cobble stones
He held by my right and he promised again
He promised, "i'll walk tomorrow beside."
Wouldn't it take us years of all roses till finally
We have collected our tears, so all robins could bathe in it here?
Couldn't we feed of our fears all these roases till finally
We have seen turns in our tears, so this road it could bathe in it here?
Two hands care of swords and sands
How could they be my bu*ter like flies?
Lord you would know the place behind his eyes
Where triggle snow shadow
So we took our place on thorn road
And cried at every leaf's falling
He held by mny left and he promised, again
He promised, "i'll walk tomorrow beside."
Then one day, he turned and said
"We've seen this blue rose and hill before
I'll make you a fire and rest tonight, i promise i'll walk tomorrow beside."