Roses
Roses
In the morning
By my windowsill
I shoot you the warning
Roses
You smell like roses
Baby, we should
Stay inside
I hate this city
It doesn't belong to me
Oh, I only want to be
In the pretty
Does that make me shallow?
If you are the lovely well I fall into?
Loud taxi cabs
Are fleeting moments
By the window's ear
Your hands on my body
Permanent
We stay together
Baby, we should, Baby, we should, Baby, we should
Stay inside
I hate this lack of a guard
I know that it makes me weak
Oh, I break at anything
Branches on a tree
So call me a liar
When you are the golden boy I fall into
Baby, the journey
The lonely journey underneath
I will not make it myself
I need you next to me
I want your sleight of hand
I want your tricks
I need your reflective exterior
To survive this
To survive this
I hate whatever I cannot take
I know that this is not my place
Oh, I wish I could take
You on the busy street
Does that make me crazy?
When you are still the fabric I cling to?
You're still here, you're still here
You're still here, you're still here
It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you
Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you
Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you
Yeah, yeah
In the morning
By my windowsill
I shoot you the warning
Roses
You smell like roses
Baby, we should
Stay inside
I hate this city
It doesn't belong to me
Oh, I only want to be
In the pretty
Does that make me shallow?
If you are the lovely well I fall into?
Loud taxi cabs
Are fleeting moments
By the window's ear
Your hands on my body
Permanent
We stay together
Baby, we should, Baby, we should, Baby, we should
Stay inside
I hate this lack of a guard
I know that it makes me weak
Oh, I break at anything
Branches on a tree
So call me a liar
When you are the golden boy I fall into
Baby, the journey
The lonely journey underneath
I will not make it myself
I need you next to me
I want your sleight of hand
I want your tricks
I need your reflective exterior
To survive this
To survive this
I hate whatever I cannot take
I know that this is not my place
Oh, I wish I could take
You on the busy street
Does that make me crazy?
When you are still the fabric I cling to?
You're still here, you're still here
You're still here, you're still here
It's you, it's you, it's you, it's you
Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you
Oh, I love you, I love you, I love you
Yeah, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): Valerie Ann Whitcomb
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