Clandestine Roses

The first song I ever wrote with Ashley Miers. Visit www.ashleymiers.com and check out her music. She helped me with the structure and added her input in a gentle and kind way. Thanks Ashley! Love & Light 

He’s stalking roses on the coast
Pulling off the petals
To throw out at high tide
He’s laughing at the sky

(oooh)

The wild ones are running free
Lemon drops fall from the sky
Lay low
Until our secrets are safe

The language of God defines everything
Gravitation binds us
The closer that we are
Closer and closer

In the gardens of the world
Rest the chalices of our survival
Those sharp thorns like knives on the stem
Razors of protection

The wild ones are running free
Lemon drops fall from the sky
Lay low
Until our secrets are safe

Blood runs red on their hands
Once so golden and clean
Blood run to the ground
Growing pure again

Mathematical equations
Repulsion and attraction
The palaces of our revival
Stand in the shadows alone

Sincere desperation
In the lover’s lane
Newton’s words are God’s
And the story ends with an apple

Consecrated Holy flowers
The oracles of life
Guardians of creation
Bloom brighter and stronger than before

The wild ones are running free
Lemon drops fall from the sky
Lay low
Until our secrets are safe

The definition changes
We throw down water
On the spark of destruction
And men marry roses

Suitors at blossom height
The ones who fell short stopped
By thorns like OUTSIDERS
Only conjoined not by root but by full petals

He stalked some roses on the coast
He pulled off their petals
And we mourn their demise
But he can't face the rose that never died

*Chorus*

(oooh)

She's no longer a child
The reddest rose survived
She's showering the world with gold
The flower that has animal pride

So sorry he fled to the underground
And redefined the inferno
A cataclysmic decision
For the darkest side

The wild ones are running free
Lemon drops fall from the sky
Rise up and stand tall
Our secrets have reached safety

(oooh)

We thought we had it all
But then we gave love a chance
Maya is lost

And we are in a forever place.

Comments

  1. So you ever think of me anymore? In my basement apartment?

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