Roses
Naomi McPherson, Mitch Grassi
I am running on the train tracks
I can tell it scares you the way I don’t react
Something impossible is burning your heart
So I look over my shoulder to the boy I left behind
It all becomes roses
It all becomes roses
Took my hand and touched yourself
I wanna look at you in the eyes
It all becomes roses
Wild hunter with no weapon
Golden summer swing naked in the Sun
Safe and tender as a memory
Warmest encounter give yourself to me
It all becomes roses
It all becomes roses
Took my hand and touched yourself
I wanna look at you in the eyes
It all becomes roses