I hope the sky will break up
Into a million little shards of mirrored glass
reflecting the light of the sun like a prism.
The inside of your skin looks like heaven
Its message wrapped in scar tissue and repaired muscle.
I want you to be as brave as the war,
I want you to explain to me what this feeling's for.
I sat in the garden
Watching the sun reflect on the undersides of gardenias and lilies
Questioned our existence
And found every answer I was looking for
In the thorns of the roses.
Our lives are brambles
Our resolve is prickly at best
And our hearts bloom in crimson fashion.
Despetrately we try to grab at explanations
Like too many layers of clothing
In between our destinations
Our bodies sinking into a glass full of amber fantasies.
You can set us all on fire
But I will never fade out.
I am brighter than the sun
I am the smoke of the gun
Put me to your temple
Send me racing though your veins
I want to be the rose that blooms
Inside your vibrant head.
