Thorn In Your Side
The Postmarks
The roses undress
A faint perfume fills the air
Feel a thorn as it grazes your side
But you know it's not the end of the world
Words on your plate
The cat ran away with a lick
Now you're sitting all by yourself
In a room that's more blank than a stare
Far away
You can find a place
Where happy ends begin
A distant sound
Can't escape the cotton air
But an ache penetrates through the fog-covered glass at the end of the world
Crystal ball in the mud
All the sky disappeared
Thirsty vases rest headlеss on tables
While curtains get snaggеd on the thorns
Far away
You can find a place
Where happy ends begin
Meet me there
On a shooting star
We can start again at the end of the world