Jenelle Aubade

If I were a rose I
hope I pluck your finger on
one of my beautiful thorns
Give it back give it back give it back, give it,
give it back my heart

In the garden you have all the flora and the light coming down
And you walk right on through it, don't matter what's on the ground

Thought you were here to feed my soul feed my soul

but now I see you were out of control, picking flowers, wasting hours
picking flowers wasting all the hours

If you were a rose I
hope you pluck your finger on
one of my beautiful thorns
Take it back take it back take it back, take it
take it back my love

in the garden you have all the flora, and the rain coming down
and you walk right on through it, don't matter who's on the ground

thought you were here to free my soul free my soul

now I see you are out of control, picking flowers, wasting hours
picking flowers wasting all the hours

If you were a rose I hope I pluck my finger on
one of your beautiful thorns
take it back take it back take it back, take it
take it back my love

in the garden I have all the flora, and the sun coming down
and I walk right on through it, don't matter much when I'm on the ground

thought you were here to free my soul free my soul

now I see I am out of control, picking flowers, wasting hours
picking flowers wasting all the hours

If I were a rose I, if you were a rose, if I were a rose I
hope I pluck my finger on
one of my beautiful thorns ...