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