Not only is this my favorite Rose Chronicles CD, but it's one of my favorite CDs ever. It makes me sad that it's out of print. And here are the lyrics:

Bruise
Vicious Thorn
Blood Red
Voice in Jail
Breath is a Dagger
Torn
Ornament
Acquiesce
Heaventide
Thrown to the Sand
Krayon
Spill
Lovely Psycho

Bruise

Reflect my heart, I saw an angel in a noose
But the barbwire was sort of loose
With a stillborn cherub in her arms
and how she held...

She wasn't cut, she wore a necklace of her bruise
The pearls of pain that she put to use
Bruise

With a stillborn cherub in her arms
and how she held the little thorn
to keep her warned

Love is a nail, always too late when you're impaled
The pain of that
The rope of trust hangs you until you're dead

Vicious Thorn

Is there something lost in me? Like a vicious thorn
Is she tearing ribbons so the pain will be adorned
Have I wrapped it all nicely in the soul-race of my eyes
Do you even care your candle is burning out of my disguise

Now I cradle everything
You're not coming back, you're not comin
Now I cradle everything
In arms wind could crack
For you're not coming back

Is there something lodged in me, like a bitter scorn
Has it nursed on morbid fear of love being stillborn
It there something lost in me - now she's crying,
well now she's breathing, but you're not coming back.

Not I cradle everything
and that's myself
Now I cradle everything 'cause
you're never coming back

Blood Red

Take a knife and stab
what already feels dead
And then make some wine from tears
that will fill the cup blood red
Blood red

Fatal overdose again, again
Every laboured breath is now
crowded out by pain
And the downpour on the windshield
hits like bullets, not like rain

Sucking all of what is left
the vampire barely gets fed
It's blood red
Blood red

Breath is a Dagger

A breath is a dagger for my heart
And if I try to wrench it out
I'll only come apart

I walk, (more like stagger)
down the dark paths of my mind
And I feel so afraid that I
cannot face what lurks in the shadows

A flickering candle, more constant - the nail
Instead of burning out forever it drives into
me where I'm frail

In the shadows In the shadows

Ornament

You buried me in the treasures
Heavy laden with your decorated guilt
And the more you judged me for your pain
The more the strangling weeds would claim

I became an ornament for the shelf
Locked up inside yourself

Soon you're picking all the petals
that haven't already fell
Remnants of something dead to haunt the shelf
Remnants of something dead that haunts

I thought I gave enough but I guess it wasn't all that you ever wanted
I thought I gave enough but I guess it was never enough

Heaven Tide

The sun will climb and crawl
Climb and crawl back in the sky
I know Heaven won't let the oceans dry
The disappearing shore pleads to the moon
Oh please don't bring the tide of change too soon
As statue still and draped as early morn

I pull back the curtains with the fear
of future being born, I fear the future
like a bride marrying the tide

In this cloak of night, night decorated in stars
It does not, it does not light, light a fire to guide me
Cradle myself to feel protected until the
sunrise comes and thaws my fear, fears, fears
I'm pleading to the moon please, do abide
Like a bride marrying the tide
It's changing and it's frightening
Burying my stride and carrying my life

Krayon

Krayon yellow puddle 'neath your burning sun
I was the one melting in your twilight
after the suicide of day

Crawling night makes no design
But I cannot identify what's mine
If the sky was tarred from sin
You would be salvation

Krayon yellow puddle 'neath your bruning sun
I was the one melting in your twilight
after the suicide of day

Feeling pale in comparison
I bring my ghost to the edge of dawn
But then your burning rays
bring on blisters of frustration

It's just that when you're in my face
You take it over
And since I stand still for the trace
Suffocation's colder

Spill

Head against the rock
Beat the truth out of the block that is the comfort
of a serpent's eyes her anchored soul has drowned
But the ocean makes no sound
As if any disturbance is romanced

HARD - to keep down the secret
Is that why her body pounds
Is that why her body pounds
Symptoms of another's ill intent

She feels ashamed to hurt
so she'll keep the wall alert that soon the spill of guilt will replace
Far too many hearts would break, break if they were wise
Forgetting is the God-given grace
But guilt still has a comfortable place in me

HARD - to keep down the secret
Is that why her body pounds
Symptoms of another's ill intent
Why the noxious swell of his face
And I'm hurting now.

Lovely Psycho

In the world the sun is coming up black cry, cry pain
filled doves and beat up against my window, my head.
Blue and red, alive and dead. Keep the claws coiled
and not understand the suffering. Cradled in madness
flirting with dead hope and sadness what is real and true.
Bury me Sundays are red, they hurt me like the needles
of rain. Are you coming, are you coming dawn from there
I can dance on the night wind with my wings, my wings a
thorn stroke me, a thorn chokes me nervously always a
blood bath brooding 'neath my windows let me out my
body is rain trickle through the cracks trickle down mournful
terrain not too far from the pavement the cold grey truth
bury me Sundays are red they hurt me like the needles of
rain on my head bury me Sundays are red they hurt me like
the needles of rain, Sundays are red, Sundays are red,
Sundays are red, Somedays are dead take me from the mad
red, take me from the mad red and give me a peaceful blue
I do not like living when there is no giving.
It makes no sense, it makes no sense.