(ref. Trocken, Text echohall light / reverb timestretch)
In my still garden, within my mind
Standin´ a rose grown by your last breathe
Black rose
I walk along the phatt of life you cut
with love into the hedges
Couldn´t find you anymore
Black rose
Pickin´ the black rose
dreamin on you
Why you followed god´s call?
Black rose
Hurt by the thorn
Feelin less pain
Nothing compares the feel missin´ you
Black rose
Kiss a sheet of rose
Smells like you
Sometimes i follows ya
Wait on heaven or hell
I´m comin.
Black rose
