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 heart's 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

When they're blue
Let go of the stems, free to bloom again
Let go of the stems, free to bloom again

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
(Stop, stop, stop) Free to bloom again when they're blue

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): JAMES CULPEPPER, JARED CHRISTOPHER HARTMANN, KIRKPATRICK SEALS, KRISTEN LYNN MAY, SAMEER BHATTACHARYA