Life is a strange swirl
Dark red roses
Buried in your soul
I look out and hide
Sunlight the cold intruder
The mix of fantasy and future
Caught up in the whim
Of a man.

You convinced yourself
No this is not what I want
No I do not want to care
No I do not like this feeling
Of want.

Blood red roses you see in my eyes
Darkness without depth
You seem to feel in my core
Am I capable of Love
Am I malcontent with Love
These are the things you say
These are the things you ask
As a man

How do I convince you
Yes this is what you want
Yes this is what you care for
I am the feeling
Of want

The swirl of the rhythm of life
Mixes its purity in the dirt
Where the deep colored roses
Strike out their hue of red
There's not much intrigue in hope
No hidden secrets agendas
Just the opening and closing of my heart
Trusting the man.

Life is a strange swirl
Caught up in splendors
And the whim of a man.