To be a rose

Lyrics for To be a rose

Now in my journal stage decorated with intention The stage is obviously literally falling apart A rose is a rose is a rose is a cigarette The stage is now decorated with cigarette smoke From a hundred, no, from thousand miles in synchrony This is a free cigarette my mother river smoked Dreamin' to, to a be rose But too far to a be rose I was singing in my room She smoked on the balcony Long inhales and long exhales Formed in choreography Overall a dead-end town Smoke moving delicately Dreaming of the summer wave Like a real body To be a rose But too far to be a rose Music travels, dressed in haze and dressed as sun If you didn't get it, if you didn't get it And so I dress in the stage, the microphone The flower bed underneath this curtain of calling Follow me, flower, instead Give me a rose Too far to be a rose