Your flowers grow where dead things are
Your roses bloom from the seeds inside your heart
And as they rise towards the morning sun
You can rest your eyes, now your work is done
Your work is done
Your flowers grow where dead things are
Your roses bloom from the seeds inside your heart
And as they rise towards the evening sun
You can rest your eyes, now your work is done
Your work is done
By the roses in your heart
By the thorns that leaves a mark
By the roses in your heart
By the thorns that leave their scars
By the roses in your heart
By the thorns that leaves a mark
By the roses in your heart
By the thorns that leave their scars
Your work is done
Your flowers grow where dead things are
Your roses bloom from the seeds inside your heart
And as they rise towards the mourning sun
You can rest your eyes, now your work is done
Your work is done