The Beauty We've Found

The seasons change
The flowers wither
I believe we should
Stop and smell the roses
'Cause maybe this time
It won't blow up in our faces
And if it does, we'll gather up the pieces

But now let ourselves be drawn
To the beauty we've found
It comes and goes
Sometimes even vanishes away

Or find ourselves alone
Hiding from heartbreak
It comes and goes
But true love's a needle in the hay

The faces change
But the thorns remain
Wild roses keep growing
Though you look away
And maybe this time
It will blow up in our face
But only to fall back into place