You looked at me, as you spoke the words of a red rose, The silence that followed, it cradled, I swallowed, It could embrace it naturally And then you opened a gate It led to a path Which bloomed as we watched into perfect grass And naïve I chased you, blinded by petty fantasy, The power of you, it drifted into me Desires posed as possibilities in my foolish head And under your spell I drew the blinds over the red And I saw white, only white, Perhaps I diverted my sight to the daylight Oh I chased you blinded by petty fantasy The power of you, it drifted into me And then the light begun to flicker And under it I begun to wither And then the light begun to flicker And under it I begun to wither