Rozz's Roses

This is my favourite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of
Sometimes I just can't face myself

This is my favourite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I guess I'll tuck myself away tonight,
You know it's been one of those days.

Every pretty flower,
Every lovely flower,
Every deadly flower
Hides its light inside of shame.

I do not know why you don't know,
I cannot reap what you have sown
Beneath this blanket of loose soil,
Wrapped around my mortal coil.

Well a stem is not a rose,
But that's how my garden grows.
I can't see the forest for the trees,
The stinking poison for disease
Now it's all shot to hell and back again.

I seek redemption for the
Same old sins and I fall on my knees,
And I pray that all the poppies they
They will just fade away.
But fields of poppies they remain.
That's how they found me last time, dead.

This is my favourite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of,
sometimes I just won't face myself.

This is my favourite sad story,
Forget me not or I'll forget myself.
I guess I'll tuck myself away tonight,
You know it's been one of those days.

Every pretty flower,
Every lovely flower,
Every deadly flower
Hides its light inside of shame.

Rozz Williams - Flowers in Dream Home Heartache

(Photo de Stéphane Burlot)

Comments

[Levia]

les paroles de cette chanson je les trouve.... je sais pas poignardantes... tu trouves toujours de ces choses Fanny, c'est fou...