The Tale Of a Withering Rose Lyrics

Tales of a withering rose

From the crack in the ground that it grows

And the sun that it never shows

And the dirt in the ground that erodes

Wither rose

Time for snow

The don't know

That's the way it goes

Tales of a withering

From the crack in the ground that it grows

And the sun that it never shows

And the dirt in the ground it erodes

Lost in bloom

And you hate feeling blue

But the way that you do

I don't want you to lose

And the tale of a withering rose

And the patch of the earth that it grows

And the tale of a withering rose

And the tale of the streets that it knows

And the sun that never shows

And the earth as it goes

Lay me down

Leave me lost in time

If you worry of things that you speak

Then worry for me

Grow

Little rose

Til you leave on your own

But you need to grow

Less you die all alone

Tale of a withering rose