They say you gave him up for dead
Now there's a stranger in your head
Yellow roses at your feet
Disappear in a memory of a dream

And like a flower in the Spring
Left to the mercy of the seasons
Soon the past will catch you up
Stinging like a paper cut
There's only so much in your veins to bleed

Don't let the world get in your way
Make your mistakes
Go on your way

Yellow roses at your feet disappear into a dream
Fingers clench and smell of magazines
Kneeling at the altar in a church
Praying desperately
That someone up there is listening

Don't let the world get in your way
Make your mistakes
Go on your way