The Savage Rose - Savage Rose lyrics

T. Koppel-A. Koppel The smell of a tiny garden rose Runs out of every mouth in this pose Shattering any kind of mystery paths Of my eye's collecting mania. The inherited worlds from the gown Out of the silver-lighted nouns Of every new language in this room Joking with my little things. Through the transparent smoke Of a newborn flying moke We look at all hidden thoughts Behind the unfeeling touches of you.