The

Black

Mages

Force

Your

Way

Now

there's

a

stranger

in

your

head

Yellow

roses

at

your

feet

Disappear

in

a

memory

of

a

dream

And

like

a

flower

in

the

spring

Left

to

the

mercy

of

the

seasons

Soon

the

past

will

catch

you

up

Stinging

like

a

paper

cut

There's

only

so

much

in

your

veins

to

bleed

Don't

let

the

world

get

in

your

way

Make

your

mistakes

Go

on

your

way



Yellow

roses

at

your

feet

disappear

into

a

dream

Fingers

clench

and

smell

of

magazines

Kneeling

at

the

altar

in

a

church

Praying

desperately

that

someone

up

there

is

listening

Don't

let

the

world

get

in

your

way

Make

your

mistakes

Go

on

your

way

Now

there's

a

stranger

in

your

head

Yellow

roses

at

your

feet