Lyrics Rose - Miller Blue

Rolling up the rose feeling nothing

I don't have any gold but you'll be my friend

Come talk to me, if not for you then for myself

Can't you see the way i mirror something else in you

In the way i move these thorns from a rose

Run underseas, in to the weightless other world

And all you need is admiration for a reverie

All your pressures freed with these thorns from a rose

Its a difficult place i chose, as i know

I'm just running round and round

Such a different shade of blue never did i ever realise I'm just

Rolling up the rose feeling nothing

I don't have any gold but you'll be my friend

You'll be my friend

So i throw myself away

Ignoring all the things i think you have to say

Without the knowledge that it stems from seeds

Such a graceful plead an attempt of endeavour

Its a difficult place i chose
As i know I'm just running round and round

Such a different shade of blue never did i ever realise I'm just

Rolling up the rose feeling nothing

I don't have any gold but you'll be my friend

You'll be my friend

Peace and devotion live under lie

But lies never really hold true

Truth is this as a matter of fact what ones telling me just won't do

See i don't really understand seasons, but seasons understand fruit

Fruit is the freedom of the powerful garden
Thats wrapped up in to our roots

I don't have any gold but you'll be my friend

You'll be my friend