Rum

Imagine a white rose in Zion that closed
Imagine a white rose in Zion that closed

Don't stare at the moon
Because you can change nothing
Soon after your birth
Everything turned to black and you lost your wings
Your white skin, green eyes, every part of your body
Feels nothing at all, looses control
Dont touch the gold, it makes you dirty, dirty

Time made me a bum
I know you think I am dumb
Smoking cig and drink a glass of rum
It's better than going numb
In front of a white, white wall in the hospital
I pointed a pistol to views of digital
Clock was burning, plot was turning
But I was just watching it

It's time to fall, you better hold my arm
Don't be afraid of, because I was scared, too

It circles around you again
It circles around you again
Zion is closed and lion sold that I loved

I'll take you into the photograph
I'll take you into the photograph
I'll take you into the photograph
And I'll take you into the photograph

Imagine a white rose in zion that closed
It circles around you again
It circles around you again
Zion is closed and lion sold that I loved