What are you afraid of
I think i need a fresh start
Don't fool me with a cold heart
You wear your mood on your sleeve
Sunday leaves me empty
The choir i preach to is off key
If i keep my head up
The sun will follow me
Fear has a way of sneaking back to me
Hiding in mistakes that i seldom see
Criss cross
Feeling lost
In words i didn't mean
So let me lay in this bed of thorns
And let the rose petals keep me warm
So let me lay in this bed of thorns
And let the rose petals keep me warm
Fall into me
With a mouthful of dead bees
She tells me what the latest buzz is
With feet on the dashboard
She drives her eyes into me
We fall asleep on on the phone
I die along with the dial tone
Fear has a way of sneaking back to me
Hiding in mistakes that i seldom see
Criss cross
Feeling lost
In words i didn't mean
So let me lay in this bed of thorns
And let the rose petals keep me warm
So let me lay in this bed of thorns
So let me lay in this bed of thorns
So let me lay
And let the rose petals keep me warm