Under the light of the midnight moon I had to find a way To build a black bouquet A gift in sweet decay If I pick a petal from the black rose Will it wilt and die just like my soul Who knows will I ever smell the black rose Who knows Youre like a lamb in a flak jacket And with an earthquake sound You took the flower I found
And laid down on the consecrated ground If I pick a petal from the black rose Will it wilt and die just like my soul Who knows will I ever smell the black rose Who knows If I pick a petal from the black rose Will it wilt and die just like my soul Will it wilt and die just like my Will I ever smell the black rose