Rose K.
She doesn't know the man.
Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand.
She just looks out to sea.
He's taking endlessly
Oh, why wont he shutup?
I take my medichine
I crush the paper cup.
Oh, maybe he's my son
And he's comming to set me free
She knows that she forgot
That there's a story and she can't recall the plot.
Of course her family faught
Over the furniture.
Oh, I dont know why
Have taken all my favourite things away.
But one thing that's for sure
I don't know what they were.
They say a stone is a marker
And that it has weight.
They say it's solid
But it can deteriorate.
The air is like a hand
Reminding her of all the things she's planned.
Like air that thought is gone.
Never to come again.
We came out to the beach to find the mind I've lost
And cannot reach.
I used to keep it here
It was much cleaner then.
They say a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.
They say a stone is a maker.
And that it has weight.
They say its solid
But it can deteriorate.
They say that a rose is a flower
And that it is red.
It blooms, it grows, it wilts
And then it is dead.
