Flyleaf

You said come on lets go
Down that yellow brick road
But that path was primrose
And led back to black and white
And now I know
Since that day you were chose to let me know
My hearts been tangled
With thorns that choke the light
Here I go
Collecting roses to me from you
Here I go
A dozen red for every wound
Now I stop and smell the roses
When they’re blue
Gonna find my way
Break the lock on the emerald city gates
It could be simple
But we’re only half-awake
I feel the pain set in
When I think of you and grip the stems
I fell my head begin to spin
I'm not alright
Here I go
Collecting roses to me from you
Here I go
A dozen red for every wound
Now I stop and smell the roses
When they’re blue
Let go of the stems, free to bloom again
Let go of the stems, free to bloom again
Here I go
Collecting roses to me from you
Here I go
A dozen red for every wound
Now I stop and smell the roses
When they’re blue