Drying Roses

Walking through fields where we get lost

Thinking 'bout memories I cannot touch

Dreaming about tomorrow that never comes

Drying the roses in the sun

Is this love and desperation?

Is this loss and frustration?

Talking to strangers in the dark

I need to reanimate my own heart

When everything's different, I used to run

Still drying the roses in the sun

Is this love and desperation?

Is this loss and frustration?

Is this love and desperation?

Is this loss and frustration?

I don't know

I don't know

I don't know

I don't know