Roses Lyrics

Winter comes flying in

And the leaves turn brown

They blow away in the wind

And I catch them as I turn around

In that place with three cats

And your sister

But you need more than that

So I'll swing by your house

And bring you all the roses you'll ever need

And you'll count them out

And later down the line you'll gift one to me

Your rapid feet like the summer shore

You push your way in sit on my couch

But what's mine is yours

Tell me you've been feeling down

They don't get me, not in my town

In that place with three cats

And your sister

But you need more than that

So I'll swing by your house

And bring you all the roses you'll ever need

And you'll count them out

And later down the line you'll gift one to me

Backpack and your blue hair

Setting up camp elsewhere

If they can't accept your power

How is that fair

The best cat in your left hand

Your piano in the back of the van

You're coming home to me

It must feel good to be free

And you'll swing by my house

And I'll show you all the roses you'll ever need

And you'll count them out

And in the palm of your hand, you've picked one for me