I have no roses I can't go home The station is on the twenty-eight floor balcony. I dare to die. Full of fear Is all about you And the fears of the world Use food to solve the unrest With both hands to seize the split The car's voice drowned me Your voice drowned the rose The sun went down and rise I haven't been to The twenty-eight floor All this is a metaphor Metaphor I kept searching.
I have no roses I can't go home The station is on the twenty-eight floor balcony. I dare to die. Full of fear Is all about you And the fears of the world Use food to solve the unrest With both hands to seize the split The car's voice drowned me Your voice drowned the rose The sun went down and rise I haven't been to The twenty-eight floor All this is a metaphor Metaphor I kept searching.
