LYRIC

Caught in a wild wind where you lay, under the red light, here you play into a fever, watching the night slide in
Killin' roses, looking for signs
Move with the hunted, move in simple, turn in the moonlight by some river
Out of a fever, watching a dawn begin
Killin' roses, looking for signs
Out of emotion, of the motion, into the sea

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