Kneel at the throne and throw your burdens away. The ceiling is gone, we can dance in the rain, yea. The flowers in your garden a shade of the trauma you faced at the bottom alone. Thirsting for a pardon from shame that you harbor…the same thing your father told you. We go ‘round and ‘round and ‘round.

Growing roses ‘round the landmines. Pulling petals while the bullets fly. Open season for the last time. The sun doesn’t wait for us to learn. Forever will find you.

A thief in the night took all your choices away (learn your lesson). Take your freedom to fight, or burn at the stake (ask no questions). Shame on the trauma you faced at the bottom alone. Searching for a pardon from blame that you harbor…the same thing your father told you. We go ‘round and ‘round and ‘round.

Growing roses ‘round the landmines. Pulling petals while the bullets fly. Open season for the last time. The sun doesn’t wait for us to learn. Forever will find you. Forever will find you.

It’s beautiful if you just fall in line. Yea it’s alright. So beautiful if you just fall in line. Yea it’s alright…alright. So beautiful if you just fall in line. Yea it’s alright now.

Growing roses ‘round the landmines. Pulling petals while the bullets fly. Open season for the last time. The sun doesn’t wait for us to learn. Forever will find you.