Blue Rose - Anna Wise

We drank, we smoked

And both cunningly softened the knots

I was holding onto old belief’s

And taking too long to leap

It’s all a dream

So please get in control of your thoughts

That’d be so nice

So nice

Missing of the mind

Mission of the mine

Mixture of the mind

Missing of the mine

Feel it all the time

Am I in control?

What’s the fun of fame

If I lose my soul

If I lose my soul

If I lose my soul

If I lose my soul