Caught in a wild wind where you lay, under the red light, here you play into a fever, watching the night slide in.
Killin' roses, looking for signs.
Move with the hunted, move in simple, turn in the moonlight by some river.
Out of a fever, watching a dawn begin.
Killin' roses, looking for signs.
Out of emotion, of the motion, into the sea.
Killin' roses, looking for signs.
Move with the hunted, move in simple, turn in the moonlight by some river.
Out of a fever, watching a dawn begin.
Killin' roses, looking for signs.
Out of emotion, of the motion, into the sea.