My beds are always empty
If you dont count the ghosts
Cause i have those a plenty
And its name is rose
Its name is rose

So dear Rose, is home
the scent of skin
or is home somewhere
i've been
so i can trace back my tracks
i can trace back my tracks

relax in me, in me
should i be wanting it back
i can trace back my tracks
i can trace back
i need some of that
wander where my blood
dark red some veins
enough said 
not said