Roses کے بول

I am running on the train tracks I can tell it scares you the way I don’t react Something impossible is burning your heart So I look over my shoulder to the boy I left behind It all becomes roses It all becomes roses Took my hand and touched yourself I wanna look at you in the eyes It all becomes roses Wild hunter with no weapon Golden summer swing naked in the Sun Safe and tender as a memory Warmest encounter give yourself to me It all becomes roses It all becomes roses Took my hand and touched yourself I wanna look at you in the eyes It all becomes roses