Lyrics Thorn In Your Side - The Postmarks

Thorn In Your Side

A rose is undressed
The faint perfume fills the air
Feel a thorn as it grazes your side but you know it’s not the end of the world
Words on your plate
The cat run away with a lick
Now you’re sitting all by yourself in a room that’s more blank than a stare
Far away
You can find a place
Where happy ends, begin
A distant sound
Can’t escape the cotton air
But an egg penetrates through the fog covered glass at the end of the world
Crystal ball
In the mudd, all the sky disappeared
Thirsty vases rest headless on tables while curtains get snagged on the thorns
Meet me there
On a shooting star
We can start again at the end of the world