stepping without breaking underneath
in my sweet side
who are you to mourn
All i feel are thorns, stepping without breaking underneath Thorns, all i feel are thorns
what have we built here
in my sweet side
what have we built here
In my sweet side, who are you to mourn
for now breathe
In my sweet side, in my sweet side Shadows, in my sweet side
you spoke of roses
all i feel are thorns
All i feel are thorns, the troubled architects of this Luna, thick as thieves
in my sweet side
What have we built here, in my sweet side
In my sweet side, for now breathe, in my sweet side
In my sweet side, in my sweet side, who are you to mourn
All i feel are thorns, you spoke of roses
in my sweet side
for now breathe
thick as thieves
you spoke of roses