You said "come on let's go down that yellow brick road". But that path was primrose and led back to black and white. And now I know since that day you chose to let me know. My hearts been tangled with thorns that choke the light. Oh here I go collecting roses to me from you. Oh here I go a dozen red for every wound. Oh now I stop and smell the roses when they're blue. Gonna find my way break the lock on the emerald city gates. It could be simple but we're only half-awake. I feel the pain set in when I think of you and grip the stems. I feel my head begin to spin I'm not alright. Oh here I go collecting roses to me from you. Oh here I go a dozen red for every wound. Oh now I stop and smell the roses when they're blue. Let go of the stems free to bloom again. Let go of the stems free to bloom again. Oh here I go collecting roses to me from you. Oh here I go a dozen red for every wound. Oh now I stop and smell the roses when they're blue. (Stop stop stop...). Let go of the stems free to bloom again. Free to bloom again when they're blue