Walking through fields where we get lost
Thinking 'bout memories I cannot touch
Dreaming about tomorrow that never comes
Drying the roses in the sun
Is this love and desperation?
Is this loss and frustration?
Talking to strangers in the dark
I need to reanimate my own heart
When everything's different, I used to run
Still drying the roses in the sun
Is this love and desperation?
Is this loss and frustration?
Is this love and desperation?
Is this loss and frustration?
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know