Pink Roses - Sytë

Archive your past

So it’s not in my hands

(Yeah, yeah)

No matter how much I beg

No matter how much I ask

Don’t let me tear open your baggage

Your ideas bathe in forgiveness

And are perfumed in pink roses

If you were able to do it all again

Your ideas bathe in forgiveness

And are perfumed in pink roses

If you were able to do it all again

I would be your shadow

I want to know everything

Because that’s what you are to me

It’s the scorpio in me

To handle things obsessively

I’m sorry if it’s too intense for you

Your memories are bittersweet to me

Your memories are bittersweet to me

Your ideas bathe in forgiveness

And are perfumed in pink roses

If you were able to do it all again

I would be your shadow

Draining surface pains

'Till I touch the root

Teeth falling out in my dreams

And I kept a tooth

I can’t sleep in a dark room full of mirrors

I’m scared to be alone

Let’s lie together

Your memories are bittersweet to me

Your memories are bittersweet to me

Your memories are bittersweet to me

Your memories are bittersweet to me

Ideas bathed in forgiveness

And are perfumed in pink roses

If you were able to do it all again…