Tito & Tarantula - Bleeding Roses

Over Amsterdam
I saw the dogs talking amongst themselves
As the fountain sprayed beautifully into
the clear blue sky
I ask myself Once, were you me
cause many time's I was not
Salt in the wound
None on the carp


I've been writing
dots are flying everywhere
our childeren's noses are bleeding roses
oh no
bleeding roses in our garden
bleeding roses
bleeding roses


My memory metamorphosized
standing in thorns and fire
porcelain dream suicide
single solid sleep tonight
i wanted somebody
but i bit to soft
it's starting to rain now baby
in my heart

now i 've been writing
dots are flying everywhere
our childeren's noses are bleeding roses
oh no
bleeding roses in my garden
bleeding roses
bleeding roses
bleeding roses in my garden
bleeding roses bleeding roses