Bloom At Night

I heard a word that they paint mirrors on their face
And soon forget that they reflect but don't create
I heard that birds were drawn to peck at such charades
And I'd put money on your struggles to relate

Those who find themselves acclaimed, go to God to get renamed
It took one God seven days to go insane

You never know, you could surprise us all in time
Who'll ever know that it was you that caused the crime
I know a rose will only cares to bloom at night
It's that more lovely than the ones who seek the light (seek the light)

You crawl across a crowded room
To get your picture with the bloom
Something rare but it's not there to entertain, entertain

I predict that this affliction lasts for life
I suspect that you'll regret your lust for light
I suggest that you address your appetite for to be seen
To cast your beam across the night

You crawl across a crowded room
To get your picture with the bloom
You pluck and call it by your name
I've seen good men go insane
Before they'd call a rose by any other name (insane, insane, insane)