Sub Rosa
( Under the Rose )

Riding inside a midnight taxi
Exchanging loose pieces of thought,
You told of the chase for freedom
Relief that it was eventually caught;

Confided to me within one trade
The idea that you'd lay low,
Make the others a distant memory
But that notion didn't include me, though;

I examined this concept closely
Hate to point a finger so unkind,
I think I'm one of the collective
That is creeping around in your mind;

It seems like I don't believe
That I thought you uttered a lie,
You gave me the benefit of the doubt
I was the only one you could confide in;

I'll be on the lookout for your presence
Listen to the airwaves for your compositions,
I understand this solitude which you seek
And lonliness must become one of the provisions.

Go on to Hands

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