I watched the wind make the roses bend
Does X truly mark the end
You say thorns scratch your face
In blood and scar you can’t erase
Does time really grow anew
Does poison drop the same as dew (in the morning)

I held the wings of a dove
As you held me like hand in glove

Flickering light, the world it burns for you
In holy fright as many try to save you

You say thorns scratched your face
In blood and scar you can not erase

I guess that X truly marks the end
I watched the wind make the roses bend
I held the wings of a dove
As you held me like hand in glove