Bloom At Night

I heard a word that they paint mirrors on their face
 And soon forget that they reflect but don't create
 I heard that birds were drawn to peck at such charades
 And I'd put money on your struggles to relate
 Those who find themselves acclaimed, go to God to get renamed
 It took one God seven days to go insane
 You never know, you could surprise us all in time
 Who'll ever know that it was you that caused the crime
 I know a rose will only cares to bloom at night
 It's that more lovely than the ones who seek the light (seek the light)
 You crawl across a crowded room
 To get your picture with the bloom
 Something rare but it's not there to entertain, entertain
 I predict that this affliction lasts for life
 I suspect that you'll regret your lust for light
 I suggest that you address your appetite for to be seen
 To cast your beam across the night
 You crawl across a crowded room
 To get your picture with the bloom
 You pluck and call it by your name
 I've seen good men go insane
 Before they'd call a rose by any other name (insane, insane, insane)