Scent of rock rose
In the rain
I cross the bridge
Like Orpheus did
Trying not to look back
Stopping at the memory of her face
If I were to run back home
I would clasp
Her infant shape
To my breast and rest
All day
Scent of rock rose
In the rain
I cross the bridge
Like Orpheus did
Trying not to look back
Stopping at the memory of her face
If I were to run back home
I would clasp
Her infant shape
To my breast and rest
All day