Hope Sandoval And The Warm Inventions
Wild Roses
When I speak about it nowI put things ... to youMaybe I've been dismayedMaybe that's the truthWe're like the roses...There is no miseryIn the time we grew wildWhen I look out the doorI know what it's there forTo leave or to come backSafe in the morningSafe me ...Roaming too lateSuddenly I fall dearIn the time we grew wildWe're like the roses...There is no miseryIn the time we grew wild
From Letras Mania