Текст песни Roses (acoustic) - Poppy Tears

Living with no control
Living with no meaning
It's an overwhelming
An overwhelming feeling

Seen him in bleak on a weekday evening
Fits in well with all the heathens
The pill kicks in and he goes missing
Lives like death is standing with him

The music is the medicine
The last living part inside of him
All the roses in the garden
It's the key to make it open

Every life is slowly closing
Is holding on really hopeless
In the river to the ocean
We're all locked into the motion

I've been skint and I've been cashed
Don't follow me down darker paths
Walking through then crawling back
We're all born then turn to ash

The music is the medicine
The last living part inside of him
All the roses in the garden
It's the key to make it open

Every life is slowly closing
Is holding on really hopeless
In the river to the ocean
We're all locked into the motion

The music is the medicine
The music is the medicine
The music is the medicine
The music is the medicine