Lyrics:

Tell my heart that the rose has a thorn,

That all men bleed but some men learn.

Tell my heart the road is rough,

But the best I can do could be enough to hold

So, bury me beneath some willow tree,

Where the waters of the Bosphorus flow.

I did sooth the heat where waring nations meet,

Down where continents tug and tow.

All my life I’ve struggled down the care worn road.

Oh, my, my, was I the trouble in water’s flow?

All that light trapped down where the drunkards roll.

Oh, my, my, never the same after bearing that load.

So, sell all the sliver and pawn all the rings,

I have no use for trivial things.

Go yell at the thunder to hell with the cost,

They call me a martyr, what else I got?

I paint my own portrait in black and in white,

Stark as the dawn that blames the night.

Needing the guidance of an artist’s hand

Yet a Fermi paradox is all I found.

All my life I’ve struggled down that care worn road,

Oh, my, my, was I the trouble in the water’s flow?

All that light trapped down where the drunkards roll.

Oh, my, my, never something to call my own

All my life I’ve struggled down the care worn road.

Oh, my, my, was I the dam in in the Kendron’s flow?

All that light trapped down where the drunkards roll.

Oh, my, my, never the same after bearing that load.