Blue Rose

Lyrics

We drank, we smoked And both cunningly softened the knots I was holding onto old belief's And taking too long to leap It's all a dream So please get in control of your thoughts That'd be so nice So nice Missing of the mind Mission of the mine Mixture of the mind Missing of the mine Feel it all the time Am I in control? What's the fun of fame If I lose my soul If I lose my soul If I lose my soul If I lose my soul