歌词
Roses
Zaac Pick
I’ve waded through traffic, a gridlock of eyes
love was a hydrant busted open wide
our atoms were scattered linked by the light
of neon air buzzing around us like flies
it feels like the fourth of July
colors all burst in the sky
you and I fell into the indigo dreaming
with the finest of intentions
to pay for my affection
you won’t leave me roses anymore
did you hope to find redemption
in the promise of contentment
you won’t leave me roses anymore
you won’t leave me roses anymore
the way you could brag, talk american slang
in the garden we made up the words as we sang
the apple twice bitten, the serpent was right
it’s the knowing that hurts when you’ve seen the divide
it feels like the fourth of July
colors all burst in the sky
you and I fell into pages of the fiction
with the finest of intentions
to pay for my affection
you won’t leave me roses anymore
did you hope to find redemption
in the promise of contentment
you won’t leave me roses anymore
you won’t leave me roses anymore