Blossom Roses (Live At Gaité Lyrique, Paris)

The rolling of thunder Wolves calling each other As the roses stay covered In the black of the night Passions extinguish In short whispered sentences Bandaged from memory As the thought of yesterday Now I look past my shoulder For the face of my mother Did I see her smiling or was it all a dream No, I seem to recall The perfume of roses The day they are hiding The dew drops are frozen Half full, half plant, half awake world Half full, half plant, half awake world Half full, half plant, half awake world Half full, half plant, half awake world Come on, blossom roses The wolf's sending messages Sweet perfume of love Just under our noses I warned all my horses Just leave what's above Sweet labor of love Just surrender to the other Half full, half plant, half awake world Half full, half plant, half awake world Half full, half plant, half awake world Half full, half plant, half awake world Sweet lover, keep loving Sweet lover, keep loving Sweet lover, keep loving Sweet lover, keep loving Sweet lover, keep loving Sweet lover, keep loving Sweet lover, keep loving Sweet lover, keep loving Sweet lover, keep loving Sweet lover, keep loving Sweet lover, keep loving Sweet lover, keep loving Among sweet hypnosis I'll never know why it overdoses The sweet vapor of love Just like a drug, it discloses Awakened quiet sense We write a new synopsis Sweet liquor of love You left a drop to discover