[ Featuring Gregory Alan Isakov ]
You can look at a rose, just any rose
Accept that it's perfect
Let it dry on the wall
But what is its purpose?
What is its purpose?
I could take in your eyes
Still never know
Bathe in the wind
To just watch it blow
To find that it's curtains
It's curtains for me
It's curtains for me
It's curtains
You were covered in ash
Holding our bones
Called out their names
The words just fell cold
Still you never came home
You never came home
You harbor the truth
Was I talk in tongues?
Smoke covers my eyes
Covers the sun
Did you learn how to run?
Twisted up pines
It's carved itself in
Scares
I could take on your lies
Admit that I'm wrong
There was a place
Did you lift a tall stone?
Did you build up a wall?
To hide yourself in
To hide yourself in
When you hide
I could look at a rose, unlike any rose
Petals will fall
How will it grow?
How you look at the surface
It's just flowers mixed with leaves
Flowers mixed with leaves
Flowers
