Rocky Votolato The Blue Rose
full of regrets grave diggers will find there's no map
to follow and the roads all changed there's smoke in your
brain and no one to show you the way surrender to the
weight of what you gambled and lost but at least you
don't have to lie to yourself anymore on the way back
from hell tonight, smoke's rising up through the lights
and there's a reason that you don't have to talk, I know
what you're thinking somewhere a blue rose is in a coke
bottle blooming on a kitchen window sill surrender to
the weight of what you gambled and lost but at least you
don't have to lie to yourself anymore ghost trains run
on the tracks down a gravel hill behind a trailer house /
you can hear 'em if you listen close enough it's the
sound of a world that forgot where it came from and every
lesson learned / I can feel the ending creeping up
surrender to the weight of what you gambled and lost /
but at least you don't have to lie to yourself anymore
