Can you hear the stepping on twigs? Can you see the heart of the dark? Can you smell the scent of vigor lost? Can you feel the gust of cold? I can show you what beauty is But needed is a heart of trust We ignite the spark of sound And seem blinded to the enlightened The sting of rot is our perfume Where god's icy wind will blow When I smell the roses humanity smells When I hear the voice of belief When I see the light of a sunny day And when I feel the caress of love Remind me what ugliness is I cannot seem to recall Charmed by the smell of the roses Feinted by the voice of belief Deceived by the light of a sunny day And lured by the caress of love