Ever felt like you're hanging on, just counting down the days until something changes? This song captures that sense of anticipation and frustration. It's a powerful reflection on emotional turmoil, with vivid imagery of feeling trapped and manipulated ("cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says"). The repeated motif of "innocent were the days" evokes a longing for simpler, happier times. The "black rose" symbolizes the glimmer of hope and redemption amidst the darkness. 🌹 The lyrics speak to anyone who has ever felt overwhelmed by life's challenges but still holds onto a sliver of hope that things will get better. It's about resilience, perseverance, and ultimately, the belief that every storm eventually passes, and something beautiful can bloom from the darkest places. 🌑
Black Rose
Lyrics
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Feeling rich, feeling poor, feeling nothing more
Self destructive on a rollercoaster fireball
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Left my heart on the shelf for way too long
Sick and tired, picking up from the dirty floor
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
No more broken dreams I feel like a loaded gun
Spitting bullets at your armor of mind control
Cut her tongue, don't believe a word she says
She's on a hunt, cooking cooking cooking misery
Cannot think, cannot talk, cannot do it right
Can't call the doctor, he's as sick as you and I
I saw the line of snakes that came to me
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you oh oh oh
So innocent were the days
The taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you oh oh oh
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over, my friends, count along
Counting days 'til it's over, my friends
'Til it's over that thing called love
So innocent were the days, the taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
So innocent were the days, the taste of good memories
A bag full of hope that was only for me and you
(Oh oh oh oh)
Please let it grow, where it belongs
There in the dark where the shadows are born
Leave it alone
I'm sure it will find its way to redeem and blossom
'Cause I know, the black rose will find its home
Writer(s): MICHAEL POULSEN
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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