Bloom At Night

I heard a word that they paint mirrors on their face

And soon forget that they reflect but don't create

I heard that birds were drawn to peck at such charades

And I'd put money on your struggles to relate

Those who find themselves acclaimed, go to God to get renamed

It took one God seven days to go insane

You never know, you could surprise us all in time

Who'll ever know that it was you that caused the crime

I know a rose will only cares to bloom at night

It's that more lovely than the ones who seek the light (seek the light)

You crawl across a crowded room

To get your picture with the bloom

Something rare but it's not there to entertain, entertain

I predict that this affliction lasts for life

I suspect that you'll regret your lust for light

I suggest that you address your appetite for to be seen

To cast your beam across the night

You crawl across a crowded room

To get your picture with the bloom

You pluck and call it by your name

I've seen good men go insane

Before they'd call a rose by any other name (insane, insane, insane)