Coming Up Roses

Lover of mine, hand over the key

The teeth have all long been gone.

And darling divine, you're cutting my bones

With words you won't say, hands you don't hold.

Better than last time, sweeter than this time.

See that you're older still.

We'll turn you around, pushing you down,

My lips are in blue, fighting your frown.

Tell me your secrets, i'll ask you no questions.

Braving your mountain top.

When i'm around you, when i'm allowed to

Taking my chance, i'm making a fortune.

I love you, i love you, the darkest parts of you.

Write you the sweetest song.

Drop down from the ledges, hand over defenses,

I'm longing to see you through white picket fences.

If god kept his promise, i'd tiptoe through tulips,

Gather your moss again.

Jump over your hedges, stand under your branches,

We're coming up roses, coming up roses, indeed.

Is patience a virtue or waiting what fools do?

My mama would never tell.

But the sun will drive home, it's cutting my bones

With kisses of stone, from a heart made of gold.

Return to the last time, sweeter than this time.

Tugging against my will,

To dive under your dark, swim in your pond,

Knowing the water will carry you on.

If god kept his promise, i'd tiptoe through tulips,

Gather your moss again.

Jump over your hedges, swing on your branches,

We're coming up roses, coming up roses, indeed.

If god kept his promise, i'd tiptoe through tulips,

Gather your moss again.

Jump over your hedges, swing on your branches,

We're coming up roses, coming up roses, indeed.

Coming up roses, coming up roses, indeed.

We're coming up roses, coming up roses, indeed.

We're coming up

We're coming up roses, indeed.