Year of the Rose Video (MV)

These were the days in the Year of the Rose
We were fools, just as history shows
Wrapped up in sheets of cloud
It was a game far above the ground

Dirty stories (we) told at night
I like my coffee both black and white
A ship on a sea of memory
Salt corrodes (and) makes rust of me

Put a flower in my wound
And a garden will bloom
But the roses will soon
Wither in the autumn moon

So let's try

(I need to)

Two snowflakes descended from the sky
Played with pillows in the candle light
Hands gripping hair while we ride through the air
Kisses fly and the girls go wild.

Put a flower in my wound
And a garden will bloom
But the roses will soon
Wither in the autumn moon
Put a flower in my wound
And a garden will bloom

So let's try