Kemper
My sweet rose won't you rest your pretty eyes
I'll be with you when the mourning comes
Lay your bones on the alabaster stones
I'll be with you when the mourning comes

Fate is a wolf in an old sheep skull
Lucid among the herd still gnawing at the wool
Fate is an angel with a broken wing
Knowing in the end time will take care of everything

My sweet rose won't you rest your pretty eyes
I'll be with you when the mourning comes
Rest your head and lay It down upon my chest
I'll be with you when the mourning comes

Hope is a candle burning out
We're all floating without purpose just like clouds
Hope is a book that never seems to end
In the end all you want to do is read it again

My sweet rose won't your rest your pretty eyes
I'll be with you when the mourning comes
Lay your bones on the alabaster stones
I'll be with you when the mourning comes
My sweet rose won't you rest your pretty eyes
I'll be with you when the mourning comes
Rest your head lay it down upon my chest
I'll be with you when the mourning comes
I'll be with you when the mourning comes
I'll be with you when the mourning comes