All the places red shows up
Something brilliant is being born
That stops us in our tracks
Like a piercing cry
Blood or fire or rose
The fire of the roses
Burning down the mountain
Outside our window now
Do you know how wicked you are
The fire asks the rose
How pure how driven
Something brilliant is being born
That stops us in our tracks
Like a piercing cry
Blood or fire or rose
The fire of the roses
Burning down the mountain
Outside our window now
Do you know how wicked you are
The fire asks the rose
How pure how driven
Can you even imagine
How much I've loved you
Rose asks of the raging fire
How much I've loved you
Rose asks of the raging fire
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