Letras
Watching the roses grow and bloom
Over the gate outside the living room
Every year a little more
I see from my front door
That's what I stay here for
I've cried here
And twice love died here
But everything I need is all inside here
When you stay near
Under the threat of falling branches
From a dying city tree
We're sleeping in the bed I made
I chose where I wanna be
We're sleeping in the bed I made
I chose where I wanna be