WHITE ROSES.

i'm a dancer in the dark. just a frame pinned on the bones you walk. and you can barely make out my love but you hear a slight echo above. just tired of the soul, this knockin' down the door. so it's time to go. like the first setting sun or the full moon at the break of dawn. the pace of time won't keep you strong; with age, your muscles will be _.
girl's singing in a beautiful voice; she's trying to hold the note. but please, love, don't give up. sing it as loud as you want. but i will let you go. dance got a way to take control.
we were standing on a hill. two miles of lupine cover the field. and you asked me why i don't believe in god. because i believe you're real and god does not. so we walk down the river and we sail from the sun so the day wouldn't catch up to us. because there's got to be something more than heaven and hope. if you walk towards that light, i can't follow you no more.
girl's singin' in a beautiful dress; it's covered in white roses. but you throw me a rope where the water is cold and i can't breathe for too long. but i will let you go. dance got a way to take control. and somebody's calling my name from a bed. says, "hey, kris; stop dreaming."
'cause i will let you go. dance got a way to take control.