Owlface - Roses

When you take it out
I know it's there
But when it's all around
I'm not aware
It must be hard enough
To let disappear
But rust will shake the dust
Then settle clear

The roses are dead
I'm in the field


The cost of time to kill
As evidence
Of what it takes to fuel
Our revenants
Ashamed of blissless thrills
Breaking amends
It's like every lovely view
Was just painted in

The roses are dead
I'm in the field
The surface appeal
Has colours bled
The roses are dead
I'm in the field
The surface appeal
Has colours bled

Grieve my seven days
Crawling through your haze
Lives in seamless phase
Grieve my seven days

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