Is The Bloom Off The Rose
Love Isn't measured by the hours in a day, but by the meaning of the words that we say.
When none are spoken all that's left is a void, thrown in a box like a discarded toy.
How did we get here, there's no easy answer, we're we just hypnotized.
With love so fragile, was what we held dear, carelessly compromised.
Is the Bloom Off The Rose
Is the whiskey out' the bottle?
Our hearts both know, that truth be told, we have eased up on the throttle.
Our true north has been obscured by the clouds, we've lost direction navigating our vows
Aimlessly drifting, paths once worth traveling, stagnate we're paralyzed.
Passion needs tending, love cultivating, by now this should be memorized.
Is the Bloom Off The Rose
Has the champagne lost it's bubble
Our hearts both know, that truth be told, we gotta fix this on the double
Is the Bloom Off The Rose
Is the whiskey out' the bottle?
Our hearts both know, that truth be told, we have eased up on the throttle.
Is the Bloom Off The Rose
Is the whiskey out' the bottle?
Our hearts both know, that truth be told, we gotta climb up through the rubble