Crown of Roses
Well who's skull does this crown of roses lay?
And is this where the roses belong?
I asked myself why did the roses come to lay upon the dead
Perhaps the living are too dead to share their songs
A mind once had thought therefore it was
A mind once had hope but now it rots
A world plucked of roses left with thorns
Perhaps the living are too dead to share their song
Maybe you'll find your peace of mind
Is just a piece of a greater kind
And soon you will wake with your blooming crown
Atop of your head your bones in the ground
In the ground
In the ground
I met a traveler with roses in his eyes
He dressed like a poet with thorns on his page
He laughed and he did stuff and made love and he cried
While he built his crown of roses and died
Maybe you'll find your peace of mind
Is just a piece of a greater kind
And soon you will wake with your blooming crown
Atop of your head your bones in the ground
In the ground
In the ground
Well boom smack
You don't know whack
Oh you built your crown
You can't just give it back
And bang crash
You slip through the cracks
Now you're falling
And you ain't never coming back
You ain't never coming back
Maybe you'll find your peace of mind
Is just a piece of a greater kind
And soon you will wake with your blooming crown
And maybe you'll find your peace of mind
Is just a piece of a greater kind
And soon you will wake with your blooming crown
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Soon you will wake with your blooming crown
Atop of your head your bones in the ground
In the ground
In the ground
And is this where the roses belong?
I asked myself why did the roses come to lay upon the dead
Perhaps the living are too dead to share their songs
A mind once had thought therefore it was
A mind once had hope but now it rots
A world plucked of roses left with thorns
Perhaps the living are too dead to share their song
Maybe you'll find your peace of mind
Is just a piece of a greater kind
And soon you will wake with your blooming crown
Atop of your head your bones in the ground
In the ground
In the ground
I met a traveler with roses in his eyes
He dressed like a poet with thorns on his page
He laughed and he did stuff and made love and he cried
While he built his crown of roses and died
Maybe you'll find your peace of mind
Is just a piece of a greater kind
And soon you will wake with your blooming crown
Atop of your head your bones in the ground
In the ground
In the ground
Well boom smack
You don't know whack
Oh you built your crown
You can't just give it back
And bang crash
You slip through the cracks
Now you're falling
And you ain't never coming back
You ain't never coming back
Maybe you'll find your peace of mind
Is just a piece of a greater kind
And soon you will wake with your blooming crown
And maybe you'll find your peace of mind
Is just a piece of a greater kind
And soon you will wake with your blooming crown
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Soon you will wake with your blooming crown
Atop of your head your bones in the ground
In the ground
In the ground
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Writer(s): Daniel Hill
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