Ringing is the silence, sounding so clear   And beyond the darkness is the path to our fears   So with every breath we end up falling short   And in the endless circle of fire we are caught      A distant memory of the way things were before   Is this a poison that can be cured?   Dark thoughts of what will come to be   You are the rose that has planted it’s thorn within me      The locked door to which there is no key   Where lives all things that want to be free   And only through the awakening of the flame   Can there be a release from what keeps us sane      Between the calm ocean flood and the gentle burning flame   Lays the cold earth that never washes away   Desperate desire for what can never be   You are the rose that has planted it’s thorn within me      The sun that rises on the distant dusk of day   A blood red dawn that is burning the walls away   And on the carousel we relinquish our pride   Circling the hardships that forever are strived      A winding path that can never be defied   And the burning light that can no longer be denied   Makes us realise there is nowhere left to be   Because you are the rose that has planted its thorn within me