Midnight Rose Songtext
von Chris Koza

In the high, in the high, in the high, high wind
On the plains, on the plains of your milky skin
In the ice, in the ice your grandmother sleeps
Through the herds in my hands and your naked feet

Oh, all my life, all your life
Turn me on, turn me on
Midnight rose
Red, red, red violent eyes
Cut me up good, cut me up good
Cut me up good
Stains that wash away


In the cool, in the cool, in the cool wind
Sketches of the past
In the name, in the name of your mother′s kin
Faces you can't trace
In the ice, in the ice your memory creaks
Colors that outlast
Through the herds in my heart and your naked feet

Oh, all my life, all your life
Turn me on, turn me on
Midnight rose
Red, red, red violent eyes
Cut me up good, cut me up good
Cut me up good