Barb Wire Blossom Songtext
von Whitney Rose

Winter comes with things to die
Dyin′ is part of life, that's when I saw you
Strange and new, tell where did you come from
How did you grow without the sun?

Barb wire blossom
Barb wire blossom


Try to touch you, I′m scared
Apprehensive of the pain
How could something so ideal, be so real?
No need to hold you in regrets
Just need another less

Barb wire blossom
Barb wire blossom

You're nothing like your town
So why'd you stick around
Do you feel alone
Oh and oh
We all need you to stay
Grew some color around your grave


Barb wire blossom
Barb wire blossom
Barb wire blossom