letra de blind – gardenside

i know its the second hand that tells me again
how can i be so blind
black roses and battered hands
i’m sorry again
ill stand here by your side
i caught you in my gaze
how things fall into place
if i were you
id hold on too
id rather be purple than blue
for everyone to see
i know its the second hand that tells me again
how can i be so blind
white roses their hand in hand
stumble again
i can’t make up my mind
i dont have a problem understanding
for some people reason is an art

- letras de gardenside