Rose

Rolling up the rose feeling nothing

I don't have any gold but you'll be my friend

You'll be my friend

Come talk to me, if not for you then for myself

Can't you see the way I mirror something else in you

In the way I move these thorns from a rose

Run underseas, in to the weightless other world

And all you need is admiration for a reverie

All these pressures freed with these thorns from a rose

It's a difficult place I chose

As I know I'm just running round and round

Such a different shade of blue

Never did I ever realize I'm just

Rolling up the rose feeling nothing

I don't have any gold but you'll be my friend

You'll be my friend

So I throw myself away

Ignoring all the things I think you have to say

Without the knowledge that it stems from seeds

Such a graceful plead an attempt of endeavour

It's a difficult place I chose

As I know I'm just running round and round

Such a different shade of blue

Never did I ever realize I'm just

Rolling up the rose feeling nothing

I don't have any gold but you'll be my friend

You'll be my friend

Peace and devotion live under lie

But lies never really hold true

Truth is this as a matter of fact what ones telling me just won't do

See I don't really understand seasons

But seasons understand fruit

Fruit is the freedom of the powerful garden

And that's wrapped up in to our roots

Rolling up the rose feeling nothing

I don't have any gold but you'll be my friend

You'll be my friend