The restaurant is crowded
And she hates it when he’s late
But she lies when he arrives
She didn’t mind the wait
They order soup and meat and wine
She’s sane and he’s polite
But is there something burning here
Is everything alright?
And whatever happened to roses
To roses red and wild
The kind that grew in her grandmother’s arbor
When she was a child
And the monster smiled?
He spills red wine across the cloth
And she tries to let it pass
But she knows there’s something burning here
And shatters with the glass
The monster must be recognized!
She hears her body shout
If we don’t give it dignity
This planet is going out!
And whatever happened to roses
To roses red and wild
The kind that grew in her grandmother’s arbor
When she was a child
And the monster smiled?
We mustn’t let that precious beast
To contemplate its death
To lick its wounds in secrecy
She pauses for the breath
And the smell of something burning
In the overcrowded room
Has disappeared and in its place
Is the fragrance of perfume
Roses and roses
Essence of roses
Roses red
Roses wild
The kind that grew in her grandmother’s arbor
When she was a child
And the monster smiled
Roses red
Roses wild
Roses grateful the monster smiled
