Written, performed, and produced by Bob Forbes.
Lyrics
Can our imagination really fool us
Into thinking all nature is lush?
Priceless as the surroundings afar,
Wanting only honest peace, not war.
All that blooms is not sweet,
Keep looking 'cause it isn't what it seems.
Though the beauty astounds, I know -
There's no cutting through a metal rose.
Should have understood the saying of yore,
All that glimmers sure ain't gold.
It might feel like a really good deal,
But eventually you'll start to reel.
All that blooms is not sweet,
Keep looking 'cause it isn't what it seems.
Though the beauty astounds, I know -
There's no cutting through a metal rose.
You think maybe it's a sensation
That brings you a glimpse of confusion.
Because there will be no sweet scent
Coming from that lovely confection.
All that blooms is not sweet,
Keep looking 'cause it isn't what it seems.
Though the beauty astounds, I know -
There's no cutting through a metal rose.
Copyright 2025; Bob Forbes