Fresh Deadly Roses

(álbum: Echo Of Miles: Scattered Tracks Across The Path - 2014)

I'd cry enough rain to wash your garden away
But I'm dry as stone so your trees wither away like veins
And I've been known to take a blow
And I know how fair your garden grows with

Fresh deadly roses
Fresh deadly roses

You laid all your lilies on all the graves
Of all the lonely soldiers you left battle-torn
And you cut their pride on your concertina
That surrounds your dying leaves and your

Fresh deadly roses
(You gave me)
Fresh deadly roses
(You gave me)
Fresh deadly roses
(Oh, you gave me)
Fresh deadly roses

And I know just how it feels
To see my love congeal
Under your razor heel
And your
Fresh deadly roses
You gave me
Fresh deadly roses

You gave me the birds in your trees
Buzzing around your disease
And leaves growing blood hungry leeches
And your
Fresh deadly roses
You gave me
Fresh deadly roses

One, two, three, four
More thorns in my side
Each little wound, yeah
Is getting harder to hide
Each little thorn is getting hard to swallow
I'd love to make you
Mine to break your
Fresh deadly roses
(You gave me)
Fresh deadly roses
(You gave me)
Fresh deadly roses
(You gave me)
Fresh deadly roses