They call me the Wild Rose,. But my name was Elisa Day;. Why they call me that I do not know,. For my name was Elisa Day. . From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one.
Some go and some stay behind. Some never move at all. Girl in amber trapped forever, spinning down the hall. Let no part of her go unremembered, clothes across the floor.
They call me the wild rose. But my name was Elisa Day. Why they call me it I do not know. For my name was Elisa Day. . From the first day I saw her I knew she was the one.
Some go and some stay behind. Some never move at all. Girl in amber trapped forever, spinning down the hall. Let no part of her go unremembered, clothes across the floor.
All the towers of ivory are crumbling. And the swallows have sharpened their beaks. This is the time of our great undoing. This is the time that I'll come running.