Her stem without roots
With severed limbs on the water
She withers she blooms
White rose
White rose
Skin of petals you choose
And thornless a ritual of poets
I'd be the wind for a kiss in your silhouette
The empty land
Tall and grand
And I am charmed
By her grace
Her waltzing pace
And I am charmed
By her grace
Her waltzing pace
White rose
My rose
Skin of petals you choose
And thornless a ritual of poets
And I'd be the wind for a kiss in your silhouette
Run through empty lands
Tall and bland
