Poets Of The Fall. Roses (№ 73976)

So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone
Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again
So when I'm crying alone,
Yes, when I'm cold as a dying stone...
Grow me a garden of roses,
Paint me the colors of sky and rain,
Teach me to speak their voices
Show me the way and I will try again.