Blushing brides and cosmonauts
And God's assassins rode back into town

As a summer parade meets its death
And I saw the scenery shake
Blushing brides and cosmonauts

Traced the footsteps of a priest in the snow
Of every face I’ve ever loved

And paved their way upon the cold ground
I have rumbled quite a feast
Roses, roses, cannot do this any more

Roses help me to pretend
Roses help me to pretend
And God's assassins rode back into town
Don't meet their bitter end
Travel lightly suck their blood before they go
All tomorrow been destroyed, in a breath
But in my mind's picture
Give me grace, oh Mother

Don’t meet their bitter end

And paved their way upon the cold ground
I moved out to the country