Free

my red rose is going to last forever
there'll never be another but that's ok
many little petals upon my wall,
left a heart beating but now I just want to be free

my dead rose is in a picture frame
never been a summer since you've been gone
eyes ablaze while the whole world sleeps
sinking in the shadows but now I just got to be...

free, low flying, you fill every dream, low flying, across every scene you kill everything, low flying
your debris, low flying, across every scene, low flying, you fill every dream low flying, I've lost everything, low flying.

take what you might, fate never lies,
somebody end these sleepless nights
I'm already down you're wasting you're rounds,
you left a heart pleading but now I just got to be...

fame I'm gonna live forever f f f fame fame, I'm gonna live forever...

set me free, low flying, you fill every dream, low flying you cross every scene, low flying, you kill everything, low flying

you're debris, low flying, across every scene, low flying, you fill every dream, low flying, you've lost everything, low flying it's alright low flying it's alright

set me free, low flying, you fill every dream, low flying, you cross every scene, low flying, you've lost, everything......

and now I'm checking out...

it's alright daddy's going to buy you a rocking chair.
 

This was intended as a song for the 1997 album by The Stranglers, "Written In Red" called "Dead Roses" or "Absent Friends". I had an idea for a song about Dennis Nielson - The Black Panther - a quite sad man who murdered young men to keep himself company! The verse originally had the lines "he likes dead roses, because they last forever, he's happy when it rains, he likes their hair all wet" and "I'll use my devices on fallen defences". However, as always, I messed about with the idea and thought, well, what if it had been my son in that bedroom etc., etc., and decided after I'd suffered and remembered for so long, I'd want to be freed from the weight of such a terrible event…..without guilt. The first two verses reflect the pain and guilt etc., and the third verse is the feeling of weakness I would imagine one would feel.