Gardenside Blind
I know its the second hand that tells me again
How can i be so blind
Black roses and battered hands
I'm sorry again
Ill stand here by your side
I caught you in my gaze
How things fall into place
If i were you
Id hold on too
Id rather be purple than blue
For everyone to see
I know its the second hand that tells me again
How can i be so blind
White roses their hand in hand
Stumble again
I can't make up my mind
I dont have a problem understanding
For some people reason is an art