So Red the Rose

An endless season of springs that never give way to fall
A string of casual flings and never too much more
Forever cutting your losses for the open door
Just for the thrill of it all
All the dreams you worked for in this game of chance
All the signs you hoped for breed a stubborn stance
Hoops turn to crosses and brown turns black
You say you're never looking back

So red the rose
Lost in the rain
A dying pose
Again and again
So red the rose
Circling the drain
A dying pose

Studded leather turns to choker chains
Machoism to a delicate frame
Magnetism well it's breaking your back
You say you're never turning back

So red the rose
Lost in the rain
A dying pose
Again and again
So red the rose
Circling the drain
A dying pose

So red the rose
Washed in the rain
A dying pose
A crying shame
So red the rose
It calls your name
So red the rose

Whatever strikes your fancy
Whatever keeps you dancing
Whatever strikes your fancy
Whatever keeps you dancing

So red the rose
Lost in the rain
A dying pose
Again and again
So red the rose
Circling the drain
A dying pose

So red the rose
Washed in the rain
A dying pose
A crying shame
So red the rose
It calls your name
So red the rose