Wild Roses

Hope Sandoval

Compositor: Alan Browne / Colm O'Ciosoig / Hope Sandoval

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