| Song | Belief in the Rose |
| Artist | And Also the Trees |
| Album | Farewell to the Shade |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Burrows, Jones | |
| The rose bows its head | |
| From the hedge to the shade | |
| In the whispering calm | |
| Of the cool colonnade | |
| Unravelling dreams and deeds | |
| As it unfurls the heavy scent | |
| I tried to reach | |
| Its poisonous dreams so clear | |
| Where death is death | |
| And joy is joy so sweet | |
| And I forgot your tattered head | |
| Your rain battered dress | |
| And I forgot your dark caress | |
| I want your thorns to cut my flesh | |
| My sallow flesh | |
| Your petals fall | |
| But your thorns they remain | |
| Through seasons i wait | |
| For your blood flower ahain | |
| And wisdom and time they tried | |
| To scorn your world | |
| But in the rose I will believe | |
| Your pleasure, your pain, your dreams | |
| Where death is death | |
| And joy is joy so sweet |
| zuo qu : Burrows, Jones | |
| The rose bows its head | |
| From the hedge to the shade | |
| In the whispering calm | |
| Of the cool colonnade | |
| Unravelling dreams and deeds | |
| As it unfurls the heavy scent | |
| I tried to reach | |
| Its poisonous dreams so clear | |
| Where death is death | |
| And joy is joy so sweet | |
| And I forgot your tattered head | |
| Your rain battered dress | |
| And I forgot your dark caress | |
| I want your thorns to cut my flesh | |
| My sallow flesh | |
| Your petals fall | |
| But your thorns they remain | |
| Through seasons i wait | |
| For your blood flower ahain | |
| And wisdom and time they tried | |
| To scorn your world | |
| But in the rose I will believe | |
| Your pleasure, your pain, your dreams | |
| Where death is death | |
| And joy is joy so sweet |
| zuò qǔ : Burrows, Jones | |
| The rose bows its head | |
| From the hedge to the shade | |
| In the whispering calm | |
| Of the cool colonnade | |
| Unravelling dreams and deeds | |
| As it unfurls the heavy scent | |
| I tried to reach | |
| Its poisonous dreams so clear | |
| Where death is death | |
| And joy is joy so sweet | |
| And I forgot your tattered head | |
| Your rain battered dress | |
| And I forgot your dark caress | |
| I want your thorns to cut my flesh | |
| My sallow flesh | |
| Your petals fall | |
| But your thorns they remain | |
| Through seasons i wait | |
| For your blood flower ahain | |
| And wisdom and time they tried | |
| To scorn your world | |
| But in the rose I will believe | |
| Your pleasure, your pain, your dreams | |
| Where death is death | |
| And joy is joy so sweet |