Rose

Rolling up the rose feeling nothing
I don’t have any gold but 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
Pre
Its 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 realise 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
Pre
Its 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 realise 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
Middle 8
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 thats 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