We fade to black

A rose that stood so pure
it stood proud on it's own
all the beauty can be seen
the elegance clearly shown

we fade to black
as we step out of life
we become lost
drowning deep in our love

once the rose is picked
it no longer has it's own grace
now the treasure belongs to another
disguising the light with a new face 

we fade to black
as we step out of life
we become lost
drowning deep in our love

you can notice how it withers
as the years go by
only to live on once maintained
eventually the rose will die

only one fades to black
one is already taken
but still can find our way
already drowned in love

every day people still come
love is always reborn
always starts sweet
but always fades away