I called you rose/smile
You cried, didn't let me smell (of you)
I watered your soil with my tears
You turned your face to the sun,
Didn't look at me, you took offence.
I called you rose/smile
You cried, didnt let me smell (of you)
I watered your soil with my tears
You turned your face to the sun,
Didn't look at me, you took offence.
The roots are with me (but,) have a roving eye
That of your shall broken offshoots.
I called you rose/smile
You cried, didn't let me smell (of you).
The roots are with me (but,) have a roving eye
That of your shall broken offshoots.
I called you rose/smile
You cried, didn't let me smell (of you).