The Rose
What am I suppose to do
now that I am left without a muse?
Where am I suppose to go?
Where does one go from here?
You left without a word
You just left a few thoughts on my mind
Just enough to fill a song
almost to make it rhyme
CHORUS:
Oh, my love
Come here, come closer to me
Oh, my love, it used to pour over me
All my life
I've been trying to open things up
All my life
been trying to open up
What am I suppose to do
now that I am left without a muse?
When am I suppose to bloom?
Do flowers bloom this year?
You know I have got this thing
that I feel over exposed when I sing
But you have to open up yourself to let the drops roll in
CHORUS
This is my favourite fantasy
that you would pick me
Pick me up and put me in your bed
your flower bed, where the petals are painted red
CHORUS
All my life, been trying to grow a few thorns
All my life, but not any more
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