Rose

My beds are always empty
If you don't count the ghosts
'Cause I have those a plenty
I think one's name is Rose
One's name is Rose

So dear Rose, is home
This sack of skin
Or is home somewhere
I've been
'Cause I can trace back my tracks
I can trace back my tracks

Romance in me, is dwindling, rose
Should I be wanting it back

I can trace back my tracks
I can trace back
I need some of that wonderbread
My blood dark red
Some things not said, not said