I stare out into the snow covered grass, fresh as can be.
I see you, walking out of your car, walking to the house.
I close my eyes, to be surrounded by complete darkness,
To see a dozen roses.
They are red, red like the sun.
I open my eyes, to notice your cold hand is chilling my shoulder.
I look up, to see your eyes full of kindness.
I look back to the snow, noticing a dozen roses.
They are as yellow, yellow like Autumn leaves.
As I put my hand on yours, I feel warmth instead of your cold vibes.
Your smile lights up my frightened heart.
I close my eyes, once again for this dark day, and see roses.
A dozen roses.
They are white, white like the freshly fallen snow.
When I open my eyes, you are gone.
It seems all like a dream.
Everything is cold, even my poor heart.
I look behind me, to see roses on the rug.
A dozen roses.
They are black, as black as pure night.
I see you, walking out of your car, walking to the house.
I close my eyes, to be surrounded by complete darkness,
To see a dozen roses.
They are red, red like the sun.
I open my eyes, to notice your cold hand is chilling my shoulder.
I look up, to see your eyes full of kindness.
I look back to the snow, noticing a dozen roses.
They are as yellow, yellow like Autumn leaves.
As I put my hand on yours, I feel warmth instead of your cold vibes.
Your smile lights up my frightened heart.
I close my eyes, once again for this dark day, and see roses.
A dozen roses.
They are white, white like the freshly fallen snow.
When I open my eyes, you are gone.
It seems all like a dream.
Everything is cold, even my poor heart.
I look behind me, to see roses on the rug.
A dozen roses.
They are black, as black as pure night.
