Stroking a Rose Lyrics

Digging you a hole

And I don't know where it goes

I'm sharing your love

In a room full of ghosts

And I'm reading your diary

All pregnant with crows

Twenty five years stroking a rose

And when I get hungry

I can smell you aroused

And I go through your dreams

And I'm in them and proud

You were the witch

Who made a king from a man

And I come to you now

With a thorn in my hand

And I swim in the dark

And kiss where you lay

And I lick your womb

Where I was god for a day

I'm feeding on your grace

And it ain't made of man

I gave you a rose

You took a thorn from my hand

We stand and make love

And you droppin' your page

And I smell your mouth

All breath and rage

I can feel you in utero

Ravished in pose

Sentenced to love

For stroking a rose

You breathing in the word love

You climaxing the word fuck

I've been shown the art of love

You breathing in the word love

You climaxing the word fuck

I've been shown the art of love