Under the light of the midnight moon
I had to find a way
To build a black bouquet
A gift in sweet decay
If I pick a petal from the black rose
Will it wilt and die just like my soul
Who knows will I ever smell the black rose
Who knows
Youre like a lamb in a flak jacket
And with an earthquake sound
You took the flower I found
And laid down on the consecrated ground
If I pick a petal from the black rose
Will it wilt and die just like my soul
Who knows will I ever smell the black rose
Who knows
If I pick a petal from the black rose
Will it wilt and die just like my soul
Will it wilt and die just like my
Will I ever smell the black rose