The rose of the world
Is full of thorns
All the lover's picking
At their bleeding thought
The hold slips
The candle flickers
The metal falcon lands
In its metal nest it's asking
So where's your money now?
And where's your sense of self?
And who's got to bow
Before someone else?
Under the foaming sky
Under the pale water
In the hole in the businessman's eyes
Upon his frontier altar
You are in lovе with someone you don't recognizе
And yet you call her mother
No you don't recognize that woman at all, oh at all, at all, at all
You don't recognize her
You don't recognize yourself at all, oh at all, at all