Thorn Upon the Rose

It's taste was sweet like summer wine.
The heart that beats in double time.
So he waltzed right in and bowled you over.
And you're still reeling from the feeling when he's gone. The door is closed the lock is turned.
And all the memories and letter have been burned.

So when you pick the handsome flower.
Don't forget the thorn upon the rose.
It's cut is deep and it's scar lasts forever.
It follows love, wherever love goes.

Just how we fall it's hard to know.
When what we feel we seldom show.
So we show the parts we feel are best.
We squirm around the edges trying to cover up the rest. And you think you know him and he thinks the same. When underneath it all it's just a crazy guessing game.

So when you pick the handsome flower.
Don't forget the thorn upon the rose.
It's cut is deep and it's scar lasts forever.
It follows love, wherever love goes.

Win or lose it's just the same.
Tears of joy tears of pain.
They're hand in hand they come as one.
You'll never see the moon without the promise of the sun.
For all the bruises for all the blows.
I'd rather feel the thorn than to never see the rose.

So when you pick the handsome flower.
Don't forget the thorn upon the rose.
It's cut is deep and it's scar lasts forever.
It follows love, wherever love goes.
It follows love, wherever love goes.