Lyrics




The queen bee holds her wings to me
Among the paper roses
Nothing seems so long ago
And yes, you still look pretty
Home is where your roses grow
She said it's a lucky thing you know
Three fists of sand thrown to the sea
And three coins in the fountain
To and fro this dirt bike goes
Let's turn these wheels to wings
Wash away the devil's play
Three for you and three for me
Wash away the devil's play
Three for you and three for me
To the sea
Home is where your roses grow
She said it's a lucky thing you know
We're going home



Writer(s): Ayal Naor, Maria Christopher



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