Far From the Roses Songtext
von Minor Alps

From the bread and the fire where they sharpen the wagon
From the pasture and high stream, giving tree and village green
To here, to what this is, whatever that is

They say where your heart is is where your home is
Distracted enough to lose all your focus
SO FAR FROM ROSES

From the dragon, crease, from men and slaves
Over crevasses, you can fall to your death
From the bread and the fire where they sharpen the wagon
From the pasture and high stream, giving tree and village green
To here, to what this is, whatever that is


They say where your heart is is where your home is
Racing leaves on shadow stream and a concrete vine
Pretended to hold still
They say where your heart is is where your home is
Distracted enough to lose all your focus
SO FAR FROM ROSES

You are the audience, you′re in the only seat
You paid the backdrop and direct you the whole team
The answer is almost always work, it's what you need
Tiny victories and bursts of speed

They say where your heart is is where your home is
Racing leaves on shadow stream and a concrete vine
Pretended to hold still
They say where your heart is is where your home is
Distracted enough to lose all your focus
SO FAR FROM ROSES