Rosa Flood

Lead me blind with sweet little asides
The promises we equate to break of brittle wire and copperplate
We’re moving in close, close, close, Rosa
The winning opinion’s feel good host
I found a little escape…
I found a little escape to the rhythm of your blackened lungs
To the melee going on inside, to transcend into lullabies
To the rhythm of your blackened lungs, to the pestering melody
To transcend into lullabies, I found a little escape
Piscea, all piano wire limbs
Blunter than the sharps at my fingers
These nicotine stained ivories
We’re moving inside, close, clear, Rosa
In streams of my conciousness
You soak, close, clear, Rosa
I found a little escape…
I found a little escape to the rhythm of your blackened lungs
To the melee going on inside, to transcend into lullabies
To the rhythm of your blackened lungs, to the pestering melody
To transcend into lullabies where I’ve nothing to hold
Now I’ve nothing to hold. I found a little escape