Wild Roses

Wild Roses
Wild roses on a bed of leaves in the month of May
I think I wrote my own pain
Oh, don't you?
Down by the creek, I couldn't sleep so I followed a feelin'
Sounds like the vines, they are breathing
(Oh it sounds like, it sounds like, it sounds like, it sounds, oh)
And I've seen the way the seasons change when I just give it time
But I feel out of my mind all the time

In the night I am wild-eyed, and you got me now
Oh, roses, they don't mean a thing you don't understand
But why don't we full on pretend?
Oh, won't you?
Before I closed my eyes I saw a moth in the sky
And I wish I could fly that high
Oh, don't you?
A serpent on a bed of leaves in the month of May
What do you want me to say?
(Oh it sounds like, it sounds like, it sounds like, it sounds, oh)
You keep me still when all I feel is an aimless direction
When I think I'm losin' connection
I see you
In the night I am wild-eyed, and you got me now
Dim the lights, we are wild-eyed, and you got me now
Oh, roses, they don't mean a thing you don't understand
But why don't we full on pretend?
Oh, won't you?
Before I closed my eyes I saw a moth in the sky
And I wish I could fly that high
Oh, don't you?
Oh, don't you?
Oh, don't you?

In the night, we are wild-eyed, and you got me now
Dim the lights, we are wild-eyed, and you got me now
In the night, I am wild-eyed, and you got me now
Entre la fragancia de rosas salvajes y la frescura de las hojas en mayo, hay una sensación de dolor plasmado en palabras, un eco de nuestras propias heridas. Descendiendo junto al arroyo, persiguiendo una corazonada que resuena como el susurro de las enredaderas, es como si la naturaleza misma estuviera respirando a nuestro alrededor...