Testo Flowers

You can look at a rose, just any rose
Accept that it's perfect
Let it dry on the wall
But what is its purpose?
What is its purpose?

I could take in your eyes
Still never know Bathe in the wind
Then just watch it blow

Find that it's curtains
It's curtains for me
It's curtains for me
It's curtains

Covered in ash
Holding our bones
Called out their names
Words just felt cold
They never came home
Never came home
Lookin' hard for the truth
Start talking in tongues
This wool covers my eyes
Covers the sun
Learn how to run
Twisted up vines
To carve yourself in
It's carved

I could take on your lies
Admit that I'm wrong
That there was a place
That you looked at those stones
That you built up a wall
To hide yourself in
To hide yourself in
You hide

I could look at a rose
Not like any rose
There is a fault
Out with it, go
Find on the surface
Flowers mixed with leaves
Flowers mixed with leaves
Flowers