My beds are always empty If you don't count the ghosts 'Cause I have those a plenty I think one's name is Rose One's name is Rose So dear Rose, is home This sack of skin Or is home somewhere I've been 'Cause I can trace back my tracks I can trace back my tracks Romance in me, is dwindling, rose Should I be wanting it back I can trace back my tracks I can trace back I need some of that wonderbread My blood dark red Some things not said, not said