Stone Roses

Sentence to sentence, word to word
I smell the fragrance, though it hurts
Shape of a red rose, inside it's hollow
Destiny laid down million years ago

Lonely roses made only of stones
We are all but bound to be alone
All controlled on when to laugh or cry
Not quite sure of why we live or die

Hearing the silence, a haunting face
looks into sunlight that fades away
Everything's alright except that you're not right
Crying stone roses are trying to hide

The fire in the garden
are burning everything into haze
Lonely little roses
Still looking for their reasons to love or hate