The Colour Of Roses

The thoughts of many men
Came by word of mouth
And burnt like a thorn in my side
They parted with the book
I parted with the cash
And I rolled the pages over

And the wisdom just fell into my hands

Now my heart bleeds the colour of roses

I'm a cactus in the sand
A mountain goat
Firmly holding my ground
I'm fighting in the dark
The compass and the kings
Wearing infinity's armour

And weapons just fell into my hands

Now my heart bleeds the colour of roses

In the darkness of the wood
Where the witches, one by one
Burn their offerings to the moon
I close my eyes