Wild Roses - Hope Sandoval, The Warm Inventions

Why not speak about it now

I put things that shade to you

Maybe I’ve been dismayed

Maybe that’s the truth

And we’re like the roses

Stoned in the backyard

There is no misery

In the time we grew wild

Why not look out the door

And know what it’s there for

To leave or to come back

Safe in the morning

Safely, unwounded

Roaming too late

Suddenly, I find you

In the town we grew up wild

And we’re like the roses

Stoned in the backyard

There is no misery

In the time we grew wild