You can look at a rose, just any rose, except that it's perfect, but it's dry on the wall.
But what is its purpose? What is its purpose?
I can take in your eyes, but still never know.
Bathing in the wind, to just watch it blow.
To find that it's curtains, it's curtains for me, it's curtains for me, it's curtains.
You were covered in ash, holding our bond.
You called out their name, but words just felt cold.
You never came home, you never came home.
And I harbored the truth, as I'm talking in time.
Smoke covers my eyes, covers the sun.
Did you learn how to run, twisted up pines?
It's carved itself in, it's carved.
It's carved.
It's carved.





It's carved.


It made that I grow, there was a claim.
That you looked at those stones, spilt up a wall.
You hide yourself in, you hide yourself in, you hide.
You hide.
You hide.
You hide.

Oh, oh, oh, oh
I could look in a rose
Unlike any rose
Petals will fall
I will grow
How you look at the surface
It's just flowers mixed with leaves
Flowers mixed with leaves
Flowers mixed with leaves
Flowers