Blue Roses

You said come on, lets go

Down that yellow brick road

But that path was primrose and led back to black and white

And now I know since that day you chose to let me know

My heart's been tangled with thoughts that choke the light

Here I go, collecting roses

To me from you

Oh, oh, here I go

A dozen red for every wound

Oh, oh, Now I stop and smell the roses

When they're blue

Gonna find my way

Break the lock on the emerald city gates

It could be simple but would only half awake

I feel the pains within

When I think of you and grip the stems

I feel my head begin to scream, "I'm not alright"

Here I go, collecting roses

To me from you

Oh, oh, here I go

A dozen red for every wound

Oh, oh, Now I stop and smell the roses

When they're blue

When they're blue

Let go of the stems

Free to bloom again

Let go of the stems

Free to bloom again

Here I go, collecting roses

To me from you

Oh, oh, here I go

A dozen red for every wound

Oh, oh, Now I stop and smell the roses

When they're blue

Free to bloom again

Free to bloom again

When they're blue