| Song | Blue Roses |
| Artist | Flyleaf |
| Album | Between the Stars |
| [00:00.178] | You said “come on, let's go down that yellow brick road” |
| [00:08.270] | But that path was primrose and led back to black and white |
| [00:16.725] | And now I know, since that day you chose to let me know |
| [00:24.805] | My hearts been tangled with thorns that choke the light |
| [00:32.270] | Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you |
| [00:40.375] | Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound |
| [00:48.589] | Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they’re blue |
| [00:57.622] | Gonna find my way, break the lock on the emerald city gates |
| [01:05.485] | It could be simple, but we’re only half-awake |
| [01:13.366] | I feel the pain set in when I think of you and grip the stems |
| [01:21.750] | I feel my head begin to spin, I'm not alright |
| [01:29.207] | Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you |
| [01:37.331] | Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound |
| [01:45.495] | Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they’re blue |
| [02:08.206] | Let go of the stems, free to bloom again |
| [02:16.141] | Let go of the stems, free to bloom again |
| [02:23.422] | Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you |
| [02:30.182] | Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound |
| [02:38.365] | Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they’re blue |
| [02:48.262] | (Stop, stop, stop…) |
| [02:50.777] | Let go of the stems, free to bloom again |
| [02:56.822] | Free to bloom again when they're blue |
| [00:00.178] | You said " come on, let' s go down that yellow brick road" |
| [00:08.270] | But that path was primrose and led back to black and white |
| [00:16.725] | And now I know, since that day you chose to let me know |
| [00:24.805] | My hearts been tangled with thorns that choke the light |
| [00:32.270] | Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you |
| [00:40.375] | Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound |
| [00:48.589] | Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they' re blue |
| [00:57.622] | Gonna find my way, break the lock on the emerald city gates |
| [01:05.485] | It could be simple, but we' re only halfawake |
| [01:13.366] | I feel the pain set in when I think of you and grip the stems |
| [01:21.750] | I feel my head begin to spin, I' m not alright |
| [01:29.207] | Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you |
| [01:37.331] | Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound |
| [01:45.495] | Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they' re blue |
| [02:08.206] | Let go of the stems, free to bloom again |
| [02:16.141] | Let go of the stems, free to bloom again |
| [02:23.422] | Oh, here I go, collecting roses to me from you |
| [02:30.182] | Oh, here I go, a dozen red for every wound |
| [02:38.365] | Oh, now I stop and smell the roses when they' re blue |
| [02:48.262] | Stop, stop, stop |
| [02:50.777] | Let go of the stems, free to bloom again |
| [02:56.822] | Free to bloom again when they' re blue |