Their little girl said   Don't tell me how you feel   You don't understand   She painted the people   She disgusted on her way down   All there is left now   Is a picture of them   With their faces on it, and it's my fault      Black roses   As black as her hair   White sheets   As pale as her face   Her face      She crossed her fingers   And apologized to them   Then she flew off   Into the stream   Went to the light   Which faded meanwhile   Into the scratches on her cheeks   And her raining soul      Black roses   As black as her hair   White sheets   As pale as her face   Her face      Red blood   As red as her lips   Oh believe me   I loved her too much   Too much