Poets Of The Fall - Roses

I′ve walked the distance, I paid my dues and tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real,

held no appeal

I′ve been to places, I′ve seen the tidings,

I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal

And so I came to gaze upon the stars, when they were yet unborn

And consequently, tear at my old scars, and the mask I had outworn



So when I′m crying alone

Yeah, when I′m cold as a dying stone



Grow me a garden of
roses

Paint me the colors of sky and rain

Teach me to speak with their voices

Show me the way and I′ll try again



I′ve heard the rumors, started fires, I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need,

behold the demons that I freed

I′ve tried my best at wearing the hard hat, but healing doesn′t seem to happen when you hide away

the seed

And so I came across the medicine man, and he showed me what I′d forlorn

For if I′m stayed it happens by my own hand, and my own voice full of scorn



So when I′m crying alone

Yeah, when I′m cold as a dying stone



Grow me a garden of
roses

Paint me the colors of sky and rain

Teach me to speak with their voices

Show me the way and I′ll try again



Without you I′m nothing at all

And life has the face of a morbid game

With you nothing seems impossible

It all seems to fit the frame



So when I′m crying alone

Yeah, when I′m cold as a dying stone



Grow me a garden of
roses

Paint me the colors of sky and rain

Teach me to speak with their voices

Show me the way and I′ll try again

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