On a rose and tongues are golden

And every hum we know is sentenced

And I'm not asking you to change your name

But I can't leave you I can't leave you now

I'll cut away somehow

Left a hole in the cold September dawn

On the day I go

It's known to snow where I was born

And when approached I'll barter some time

And I'm not asking you to save my place

But I can't see you, I can't see you now

I'll cut away somehow

Left a hole in the cold September dawn

On the day I go