The
Black
Mages
Force
Your
Way
Now
there's
a
stranger
in
your
head
Yellow
roses
at
your
feet
Disappear
in
a
memory
of
a
dream
And
like
a
flower
in
the
spring
Left
to
the
mercy
of
the
seasons
Soon
the
past
will
catch
you
up
Stinging
like
a
paper
cut
There's
only
so
much
in
your
veins
to
bleed
Don't
let
the
world
get
in
your
way
Make
your
mistakes
Go
on
your
way
Yellow
roses
at
your
feet
disappear
into
a
dream
Fingers
clench
and
smell
of
magazines
Kneeling
at
the
altar
in
a
church
Praying
desperately
that
someone
up
there
is
listening
Don't
let
the
world
get
in
your
way
Make
your
mistakes
Go
on
your
way
Now
there's
a
stranger
in
your
head
Yellow
roses
at
your
feet
