My beds are always empty If you don't count the ghosts Cause I have those a plenty And its name is rose Its name is Rose
So dear Rose, is home The sack of skin or is home somewhere I've been So I can trace back my tracks I can trace back my tracks
Romance in me is dwindling Should i be wanting it back I can trace back my tracks I can trace back I need some of that Wander bread My blood Dark red some things Enough said Not said