Rose of Lee

Lyrics
We've ignited into flames And the furnace is so weak The rain it failed to come as hailed So sweat falls on the seeds What we've grown so very slow Is trampled by relief You have told of concrete roads But came home with muddy feet The grind of lovers into each other The grinding gears of sleep The grind of takers taking daughters To a place to keep You'll hibernate You'll procreate And die of atrophy While skinners like me skim the gutters And fill their bags with teeth I can remember planting a rose But she dried up when the river was low God will come and the roots grown under Will pull up slow It's this I know… The cabinets full long ago Got ravaged clean by what I love most I let it in to warm its feet And when it left, like a tornado Buried my house and scattered my clothes And I'm still blowing in the breeze We've ignited into flames and I hold you close to me Our melted parts a work of art I sold like novelty I float around this empty room and To put my mind at ease I map the travel of souls that dabbled in eternity She says we'll learn to plunder, and learn to lean But we all learn to plunder, and learn to leave
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Credits
- Writers
- Nick Torres