The Violence Of The Rose

Such a staggering face
It cuts the moon in half
A crooked smile, hair breaks
You got that girlish laugh

You know I'm just as disillusioned as you
Two bitter peas in a pod
We love the shadows like the others need sunshine
Work for the devil and every god

You see the violence of the rose
Not just a pretty flower
All dressed up with no place to go
Your sad heart's filled with wonder
While I'm still trying to astound you
But I'm still moping around you
Don't need a thorn to let me know
About the violence of the rose

Out of step with the world
Confused about most people
We're all a little disturbed
And some are awfully evil

I'll meet you in the gilded gutter darling
Treading on an angel's wings
Your love is tougher than the sad pseudo-Russian
But as tender as the Magdalene

You see the violence of the rose
Not just a pretty flower
All dressed up with no place to go
Your sad heart's filled with wonder
While I'm still trying to astound you
But I'm still moping around you
Don't need a thorn to let me know
About the violence of the rose

We could be lonely in the crowd
We could be lost in that sound
Watch all the satellites burning down

You see the violence of the rose
Not just a pretty flower
All dressed up with no place to go
Your sad heart's filled with wonder
While I'm still trying to astound you
But I'm still moping around you
I don't need a thorn to let me know
About the violence of the rose

Of the rose
The violence of the rose