rose can I come down for a drink?nit's happened againnni've got a story I'm sure written poorlyni'll begin at the endnrose you must knowni couldn't find the wordsnthat it takes to say staynnow she's gone awaynnrose can i come down to your garden?ni can only grow flowersnbring me your shovel there's a heart to be buried and a body as wellnnyour letters have diednwith a strand of your hairnin a breast pocket safe they keep talkingnnnow wake up alonenmy eyes to the floornand i see where my night will nand weeping once morennrose can i come down to your rose bed to lay in your thorns?nno i am empty so much to be buriedni will not be bornnnrose you must knowni felt more than i saidnnow i've got all the wordsnand no onennnow the hole has been dugnand im down on my kneesnrainmakers mud nspring we bloom as onenn