Rose - Dark Horses

She’s not elegant,

She’s not refind

But hanging from your windowsill,

She is calling me in

Taking me,

Calling me in

I have only rose

Is that enough to Prove my decoration?

Leaving my burdens behind

she kept taking me in

taking me,

taking me in

Rose,

Rose,

Rose,

Small thorns, they grind

Soon to leave the sky

Will she always Trust my kind

Keep on taking me in

Taking me,

taking me in

My mind’s made

I am prepared to lose

My concentration

Leaving all my fears behind

I kept taking her in

taking her,

taking her in

Rose,

Rose,

Rose

Rose,

Rose

Hmm