I can see your eyes staring into mine.
But it's a battlefield
and you're on the other side.
You can throw your words sharper than a knife.
And leave me cold
in another house on fire.
I lay low, lay low,
and I watch the bridges burn.
I lay low, lay low,
What more could I have done?
Now you only bring me black roses
And they crumble in the dust when they're held.
Now you only bring me black roses
Under your spell.