The sugars taste like salt today;
watch the sunshine fade away.
I picked my roses, picked 'em well.
They're burning in the fire's swell.
The world is spinning, oh so sweet;
pink cotton candy and bare feet.
Judgement seems a tall price to pay,
with simple roses bleeding into decay.
And there's no ring for a broken finger,
the world watches as you wait and linger.
Nothing moves, no one speaks.
The fire's burning at it's peak.
The clouds are coming in today.
Watch the sunshine fade to grey.
