black paper roses

and i hack sorrow to my mind

as a mother to her breast a still-born child

and of my nights i make black paper roses

and to my afternoons i take fancy balloons

i love the silver of your gold

i love the gentle of your day

i love the unexpected tender of your way

i even love the sudden winters of your may

and of my nights i make black paper roses

and to my afternoons i take fancy balloons

i watch and listen to the song

of how you loved me once

but not for long

yet in your absence i would love you once again

it helps to ease my mind and takes away the pain

and of my nights i make black paper roses

and to my afternoons i take fancy balloons

and of my nights i make black paper roses

and to my afternoons i take fancy balloons

and of my nights i make black paper roses

and to my afternoons i take fancy balloons

and of my nights i make black paper roses

and to my afternoons i take fancy balloons