| Song | Rose K. |
| Artist | Rasputina |
| Album | How We Quit the Forest |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Creagor | |
| She doesn't know the man | |
| Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand | |
| She just looks out to sea | |
| He's talkin' endlessly | |
| Oh, why won't he shut up? | |
| I take my medicine and | |
| I crush the paper cup | |
| Oh, maybe he's my son | |
| And he's coming to set me free | |
| She knows that she forgot | |
| That there's a story and she can't recall the plot | |
| Of course her family fought | |
| Over the furniture | |
| Oh, I don't know why they | |
| Have taken all my favorite things away? | |
| But one thing that's for sure | |
| I don't know what they were | |
| They say a stone is a marker | |
| And that it has weight | |
| They say it's solid | |
| But it can deteriorate | |
| The air is like a hand | |
| Reminding her of all the things she's planned | |
| Like air that thought is gone | |
| Never to come again | |
| We came out to the beach | |
| To find the mind | |
| I've lost and cannot reach | |
| I used to keep it here | |
| It was much cleaner then | |
| They say a rose is a flower | |
| And that it is red | |
| It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
| And then it is dead | |
| They say a stone is a marker | |
| And that it has weight | |
| They say it's solid | |
| But it can deteriorate | |
| They say a rose is a flower | |
| And that it is red | |
| It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
| And then it is dead | |
| Oh, Rose Kennedy |
| zuo qu : Creagor | |
| She doesn' t know the man | |
| Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand | |
| She just looks out to sea | |
| He' s talkin' endlessly | |
| Oh, why won' t he shut up? | |
| I take my medicine and | |
| I crush the paper cup | |
| Oh, maybe he' s my son | |
| And he' s coming to set me free | |
| She knows that she forgot | |
| That there' s a story and she can' t recall the plot | |
| Of course her family fought | |
| Over the furniture | |
| Oh, I don' t know why they | |
| Have taken all my favorite things away? | |
| But one thing that' s for sure | |
| I don' t know what they were | |
| They say a stone is a marker | |
| And that it has weight | |
| They say it' s solid | |
| But it can deteriorate | |
| The air is like a hand | |
| Reminding her of all the things she' s planned | |
| Like air that thought is gone | |
| Never to come again | |
| We came out to the beach | |
| To find the mind | |
| I' ve lost and cannot reach | |
| I used to keep it here | |
| It was much cleaner then | |
| They say a rose is a flower | |
| And that it is red | |
| It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
| And then it is dead | |
| They say a stone is a marker | |
| And that it has weight | |
| They say it' s solid | |
| But it can deteriorate | |
| They say a rose is a flower | |
| And that it is red | |
| It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
| And then it is dead | |
| Oh, Rose Kennedy |
| zuò qǔ : Creagor | |
| She doesn' t know the man | |
| Who tries to push her wheelchair in the sand | |
| She just looks out to sea | |
| He' s talkin' endlessly | |
| Oh, why won' t he shut up? | |
| I take my medicine and | |
| I crush the paper cup | |
| Oh, maybe he' s my son | |
| And he' s coming to set me free | |
| She knows that she forgot | |
| That there' s a story and she can' t recall the plot | |
| Of course her family fought | |
| Over the furniture | |
| Oh, I don' t know why they | |
| Have taken all my favorite things away? | |
| But one thing that' s for sure | |
| I don' t know what they were | |
| They say a stone is a marker | |
| And that it has weight | |
| They say it' s solid | |
| But it can deteriorate | |
| The air is like a hand | |
| Reminding her of all the things she' s planned | |
| Like air that thought is gone | |
| Never to come again | |
| We came out to the beach | |
| To find the mind | |
| I' ve lost and cannot reach | |
| I used to keep it here | |
| It was much cleaner then | |
| They say a rose is a flower | |
| And that it is red | |
| It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
| And then it is dead | |
| They say a stone is a marker | |
| And that it has weight | |
| They say it' s solid | |
| But it can deteriorate | |
| They say a rose is a flower | |
| And that it is red | |
| It blooms, it grows, it wilts | |
| And then it is dead | |
| Oh, Rose Kennedy |