Walking a lonely road in the darkA scent of rainUnder wings of a clouded skyIs it a losing gameRunning after picturesSlowly slipping awayTrying to take hold of a memoryDo you remember the days when foreverHad only just begunYou reach for the distanceAnd when you arrive the distance is goneAlready goneWithered roses in the rear view mirrorFade away and rain came lateWas it all worth itWhen its all been proven just an illusion?A distant memory for(Chorus)Tomorrow, in the palm of our handsWhat’s gonna be leftBut a thorn without rosesTomorrow, in the palm of our handsWe’re gonna take holdOf a thorn without a roseLaid out of a hedge of thorns around my heartPricking your fingersOur reason and soulTearing you and me apartBed of roses in the rear view mirrorIt turns to thornsTo a bed of thornsI’d never known that dying embersWould hurt more than the blazing fire we lit(Chorus)Why do you think you have lostThere ain’t nobody who has notIt ain’t right, what I feelI’ll be begging on my kneesFor the sun to rise again – yeahFor yours and mineAnother time(Chorus)