With Clouds in Mind - The Thorn of My Favorite Rose Lyrics

Black birds come calling
Tying up the lines
Black clouds come rolling
Blocking out the skies
Time fades the memory of faces I have known
Darkness comes to find me
Always when I'm home
Oh...
Along the tattered hillside grows the thorn of my favorite rose
But stay down ghost
So I set out to kill a memory
Or become a different man
I'd try first with compassion
Then with my mortal hand
Will the day be remembered
Will my actions be forgot
And will I be forgiven
For this new man I've wrought
Oh no...
Along the tattered hillside grows the thorn of my favorite rose
But stay down ghost
In town around each corner the whispers grow in mystery
But stay down ghost
Stay down ghost
But stay down ghost
Stay down ghost
And I try to shake these feelings
That are leading me around
And where has everybody gone
Will the ending come or just move along
But I won't seek forgivness
Though reflection lost
'Cause on the straight and narrow
Loneliness the cost