Blue Roses

You said “come on, let's go down that yellow brick road” But that path was primrose and led back to black and white And now I know, since that day you chose to let me know My hearts been tangled with thorns that choke the light Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they’re blue Gonna find my way, break the lock on the emerald city gates It could be simple, but we’re only half-awake I feel the pain set in when I think of you and grip the stems I feel my head begin to spin, I'm not alright Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they’re blue Let go of the stems, free to bloom again Let go of the stems, free to bloom again Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they’re blue (Stop, stop, stop…) Let go of the stems, free to bloom again Free to bloom again when they're blue