Wild Roses
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โฑ๏ธ 4:34 duration
๐ ID: 10032546
๐ Lyrics
Wild roses and dirt, thorns ripped a tear upon your shirt
And bled like a thirst that never passed
No headlights or witnesses
Just the eerie vibrations of god
Core shaking like a lightning rod
Oh did we feel the violence of all of that truth
Down in the brambles and the tangled roots
What whispered that sound, black magic or the baying bloodhounds
Up from the ground, to the pistil, and stern
Pried open and flowered and turned all your burning into love
All of the power you dreamed of
Let it pour out from the sources, with the force of seven horses
All the soul without remorses
In the course of all that's left to come
Does it feel like we were born
Just to cut our fingers on the thorn, and know love
Blood stains and wine, broke bottles and valentines
When you can't tell a crime scene from a honeymoon suite
Is that the love that we're reaching for
Or is it something made to last
To tie a tether when the winds blow fast
Is it a chemical chance or a past life's plan
A totem for the ages or a one night stand
Does it feel like we were born
Just to cut our fingers on the thorn, and know love, holy love
So pure fragile and sharp to the touch as glass
How glorious and tragic that it won't last
When all of these fleeting hours are over
Well I like to believe it won't hurt
When these days are done
Won't you lay me among the wild roses and dirt
Wild roses and dirt, bones brittle of bodies of work
Left on the scorched earth like orphans unclaimed
Lost angels without a name
And bled like a thirst that never passed
No headlights or witnesses
Just the eerie vibrations of god
Core shaking like a lightning rod
Oh did we feel the violence of all of that truth
Down in the brambles and the tangled roots
What whispered that sound, black magic or the baying bloodhounds
Up from the ground, to the pistil, and stern
Pried open and flowered and turned all your burning into love
All of the power you dreamed of
Let it pour out from the sources, with the force of seven horses
All the soul without remorses
In the course of all that's left to come
Does it feel like we were born
Just to cut our fingers on the thorn, and know love
Blood stains and wine, broke bottles and valentines
When you can't tell a crime scene from a honeymoon suite
Is that the love that we're reaching for
Or is it something made to last
To tie a tether when the winds blow fast
Is it a chemical chance or a past life's plan
A totem for the ages or a one night stand
Does it feel like we were born
Just to cut our fingers on the thorn, and know love, holy love
So pure fragile and sharp to the touch as glass
How glorious and tragic that it won't last
When all of these fleeting hours are over
Well I like to believe it won't hurt
When these days are done
Won't you lay me among the wild roses and dirt
Wild roses and dirt, bones brittle of bodies of work
Left on the scorched earth like orphans unclaimed
Lost angels without a name
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.65] Wild roses and dirt, thorns ripped a tear upon your shirt
[00:19.10] And bled like a thirst that never passed
[00:25.73] No headlights or witnesses
[00:29.47] Just the eerie vibrations of god
[00:35.37] Core shaking like a lightning rod
[00:38.96] Oh did we feel the violence of all of that truth
[00:43.94] Down in the brambles and the tangled roots
[00:59.65] What whispered that sound, black magic or the baying bloodhounds
[01:08.55] Up from the ground, to the pistil, and stern
[01:14.50] Pried open and flowered and turned all your burning into love
[01:24.17] All of the power you dreamed of
[01:27.57] Let it pour out from the sources, with the force of seven horses
[01:32.41] All the soul without remorses
[01:35.38] In the course of all that's left to come
[01:39.66] Does it feel like we were born
[01:49.42] Just to cut our fingers on the thorn, and know love
[02:16.43] Blood stains and wine, broke bottles and valentines
[02:25.01] When you can't tell a crime scene from a honeymoon suite
[02:29.98] Is that the love that we're reaching for
[02:34.39] Or is it something made to last
[02:40.60] To tie a tether when the winds blow fast
[02:44.49] Is it a chemical chance or a past life's plan
[02:49.63] A totem for the ages or a one night stand
[02:56.13] Does it feel like we were born
[03:05.78] Just to cut our fingers on the thorn, and know love, holy love
[03:14.95] So pure fragile and sharp to the touch as glass
[03:24.54] How glorious and tragic that it won't last
[03:32.31] When all of these fleeting hours are over
[03:37.29] Well I like to believe it won't hurt
[03:41.62] When these days are done
[03:44.08] Won't you lay me among the wild roses and dirt
[04:08.66] Wild roses and dirt, bones brittle of bodies of work
[04:16.83] Left on the scorched earth like orphans unclaimed
[04:23.02] Lost angels without a name
[04:28.93]
[00:19.10] And bled like a thirst that never passed
[00:25.73] No headlights or witnesses
[00:29.47] Just the eerie vibrations of god
[00:35.37] Core shaking like a lightning rod
[00:38.96] Oh did we feel the violence of all of that truth
[00:43.94] Down in the brambles and the tangled roots
[00:59.65] What whispered that sound, black magic or the baying bloodhounds
[01:08.55] Up from the ground, to the pistil, and stern
[01:14.50] Pried open and flowered and turned all your burning into love
[01:24.17] All of the power you dreamed of
[01:27.57] Let it pour out from the sources, with the force of seven horses
[01:32.41] All the soul without remorses
[01:35.38] In the course of all that's left to come
[01:39.66] Does it feel like we were born
[01:49.42] Just to cut our fingers on the thorn, and know love
[02:16.43] Blood stains and wine, broke bottles and valentines
[02:25.01] When you can't tell a crime scene from a honeymoon suite
[02:29.98] Is that the love that we're reaching for
[02:34.39] Or is it something made to last
[02:40.60] To tie a tether when the winds blow fast
[02:44.49] Is it a chemical chance or a past life's plan
[02:49.63] A totem for the ages or a one night stand
[02:56.13] Does it feel like we were born
[03:05.78] Just to cut our fingers on the thorn, and know love, holy love
[03:14.95] So pure fragile and sharp to the touch as glass
[03:24.54] How glorious and tragic that it won't last
[03:32.31] When all of these fleeting hours are over
[03:37.29] Well I like to believe it won't hurt
[03:41.62] When these days are done
[03:44.08] Won't you lay me among the wild roses and dirt
[04:08.66] Wild roses and dirt, bones brittle of bodies of work
[04:16.83] Left on the scorched earth like orphans unclaimed
[04:23.02] Lost angels without a name
[04:28.93]