Thorns - Luna Shadows

One day we, in ceremony

Will throw away the ashes to the sea

For now breathe, patiently

The glow of something magic in your reach

What have we built here?

We, the troubled architects of this

You loved it broken

Who are you to mourn

Who are you to mourn

You spoke of roses

All I feel are thorns

All I feel, all I feel are thorns

In my sweet side, in my sweet side

Dried out leaves and enemies

Pressed between the pages left to read

Thick as thieves, carefully

Stepping without breaking underneath

What have we built here?

We, the troubled architects of this

You loved it broken

Who are you to mourn

Who are you to mourn

You spoke of roses

All I feel are thorns

All I feel, all I feel are thorns

In my sweet side, in my sweet side

In my sweet side, in my sweet side

You loved it broken

Who are you to mourn

Who are you to mourn

You spoke of roses

All I feel are thorns

All I feel, all I feel are thorns

In my sweet side, all I feel are thorns

In my sweet side, all I feel are thorns

In my sweet side, all I feel are thorns

In my sweet side, all I feel are thorns

In my sweet side, in my sweet side