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