Thistle & Rose

The trail is dark, the roads are empty This house of cards has flaws aplenty The wind is blowing, the sky is black The walls of your chateau are shades of evergreen and lilac With the city so quiet and her people so defiant, what is left Never been so bereft You've always been a thistle and rose kind of girl Always been a blood in the whistle kind of girl You've always been an edge of the world kind of girl I'm still looking for a thistle and rose kind of girl Still looking for a a blood in the whistle kind of girl I'm always looking for an edge of the world kind of girl There is no fleeing from this haunting host Under the sycamore tree I still feel your ghost I watch from the parlor time and time again As you take your vengeance on good christian men Will you meet my gaze in your delicate ways, or will you let me come undone Under the midnight sun You've always been a thistle and rose kind of girl Always been a blood in the whistle kind of girl You've always been an edge of the world kind of girl I'm still looking for a thistle and rose kind of girl Still looking for a a blood in the whistle kind of girl I'm always looking for an edge of the world kind of girl I dreamed of a house in the Arctic Two rooms, one roof in the Arctic We spend our days in a winter haze Nowadays we'd call that grace And still, I dream Of a house in the arctic You've always been a thistle and rose kind of girl Always been a blood in the whistle kind of girl You've always been an edge of the world kind of girl I'm still looking for a thistle and rose kind of girl Still looking for a a blood in the whistle kind of girl I'm always looking for an edge of the world kind of girl