I was more than just a coward
I was handsome too
I felt nothing when your flood came down
Holding fines that made me wonder if the lights were wrong
With my hands they never touched no ground
When you telling this in numbers
Of the many times you've gone
I could lie I don't give up forgiving
But sometimes it's just roses
Dying to young
Oh Lord
And you're fencing up the alleys
In a fields of red
While you're thinking on a loveless straight
In the letters from the lovers in a land gone wrong
Explanations always written late
When your talent curse the framing
Of the crying you heard sung
I could lie I don't care about what's missing
But sometimes it's just roses dying too young
Oh Lord
Well your train of thoughts, always passing here
With its falling paint, and its broken gears
It's the damn revelation blues when you see the path
And you know you won't be the last
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
I was more than just a terror
I was crying too
But you showed me in the gusts between
That a wind is sometimes broken and its flying path
Has no meaning nor a ghost within
When your talent is in hiding
That your feeling's always wrong
And I always want to bring you something
But sometimes it's just roses dying too
Oh Lord
When your talent is in hiding
That your feeling's always wrong
And I always want to bring you something
But sometimes it's just roses dying too

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