Red Roses - Barefoot

He dreamed of cities made of roses.

Sidewalks that lead us going nowhere.

Oh wait!

A minutes just too late, I started thinking to myself a mindful contemplate

Back to the party, extravagant soiree, a shindig I really wish I should part

ways with.

I always catch myself buying what’s upon the shelf suspend your essence and

convert, become, emerge oneself.

It’s not for me… What were posed to be… Why can’t you see, a rebel life for me?

Just like the Vikings who ransacked the Baltic Sea, that feeling of oneness is

parliament to me… I won’t stop until myself becomes undone, I parade a flag

blacker than the sun…

Blacker than the sun

How many dreams are you afraid of turning off?

How many nightmares will you inspire before you die?

Oh wait!

A minutes just too late, I started thinking to myself a mindful contemplate.

Back to the party, extravagant soiree, a shindig I really wish I should part

ways with.

I always catch myself buying what’s upon the shelf suspend your essence and

convert, become, emerge oneself.

It’s not for me… What were posed to be… Why can’t you see, a rebel life for me…

A rebel life for me

He dreamed of cities made of roses.

Sidewalks that lead us going nowhere…

He dreamed of cities made of…

Cities of red, red, roses