As the sun sets in the evening,
As the sky dims to black,
As the moon rises up into the clouds,
As the night falls upon us.
The blue rose cries,
Fading slowly with each tear lost,
Weeping for what was once.
Wilting slowly to grace the night.
As the sun goes down,
And the stars shine bright,
As the moon rises into black.
The red rose bleeds.
Fading slowly with each drop lost,
Bleeding for what was once.
Wilting slowly to grace the night.
