Thorn Without A Rose

Walking a lonely road in the dark A scent of rain Under wings of a clouded sky Is it a losing game Running after pictures Slowly slipping away Trying to take hold of a memory Do you remember the days when forever Had only just begun You reach for the distance And when you arrive the distance is gone Already gone Withered roses in the rear view mirror Fade away and rain came late Was it all worth it When its all been proven just an illusion? A distant memory for (Chorus) Tomorrow, in the palm of our hands What's gonna be left But a thorn without roses Tomorrow, in the palm of our hands We're gonna take hold Of a thorn without a rose Laid out of a hedge of thorns around my heart Pricking your fingers Our reason and soul Tearing you and me apart Bed of roses in the rear view mirror It turns to thorns To a bed of thorns I'd never known that dying embers Would hurt more than the blazing fire we lit (Chorus) Tomorrow, in the palm of our hands What's gonna be left But a thorn without roses Tomorrow, in the palm of our hands We're gonna take hold Of a thorn without a rose Why do you think that you have lost There ain't nobody who has not It ain't right what I feel I'll been begging on my knees For the sun to rise again - yeah For yours and mine Another time (Chorus) Tomorrow, in the palm of our hands What's gonna be left But a thorn without roses Tomorrow, in the palm of our hands We're gonna take hold Of a thorn without a roooooooooooose What's gonna be left But a thorn without roses Tomorrow, in the palm of our hands We're gonna take hold Of a thorn . . . without a rose