Coil – Rosa Decidua
Rose, I hear your voice near to me.
I’ve put away the poisoned chalice, for now.
And lie down amongst the flowerbeds.
Whichever stars we walk among.
We both seek out the darkest red.
The wine was turned to blood again.
Without this blood we’d both be dead.
I’ve wound myself tight into the hedgerows.
Let’s see which way the winter wind blows.
You are my shadow.