Lyrics

ROSE
© by Joel Cage
 
Rose colored glasses. Multi-colored sun.
Atmosphere electric, there's a big dog on the run
but, like a magician, deception is his game,
watching for reactions at the drop of a name.
 
Hmmmm, like a prodigal sun, he is a fortunate one.
 
Lucy with diamonds, dreamcoat in her hand.
Man in robes behind her with his head stuck in the sand.
He's searching for religion while God is everywhere.
In every single beating heart and every breath of air.
 
Hmmmm, like a prodigal sun, she is a fortunate one.
Someone is calling, calling out for more,
sounding like the slowly closing of a haunted cellar door,
trying to remember, remember how it feels
to understand the one you love and to know what is real.
 
Hmmmm, like a prodigal sun, these are the fortunate ones.
 
Holding the hand of a life-form who only knows itself,
and nobody else can see except you and me...
 
Plastic intentions, visionary fun,
holding all the promises of a freshly loaded gun.
I will try to convince you, I will try to convince you,
I will try to convince you...