| Feels like pieces scattered abroad
|
| Familiar places
|
| I don’t go far
|
| Blurred lines of past and future
|
| What’s in-between
|
| The obvious
|
| The unseen
|
| Darken nights
|
| Bathroom dreams
|
| Are soon forgotten
|
| Love’s still not waiting here at your door
|
| But Rosenwood, who’s understood
|
| Rosenwood, who’s understood, stood, stood
|
| Rosenwood, who’s understood, stood, stood
|
| Stood, stood, stood, stood, stood, stood
|
| Stood, stood, stood, stood, stood
|
| Stood up, stood up, stood up, stood up, stood up
|
| Stood up, stood up, stood up, stood up
|
| Return back to the place
|
| Where I was dead and buried
|
| Couldn’t grow here
|
| Blood and water
|
| Don’t mix the two
|
| Cause eyes point and look right back at you
|
| Between the sheets and me, shadows haunting
|
| Love’s still not waiting here at your door
|
| But Rosenwood, who’s understood
|
| Rosenwood, who’s understood, stood, stood
|
| Rosenwood, who’s understood, stood, stood
|
| Stood, stood, stood, stood, stood, stood
|
| Stood, stood, stood, stood, stood
|
| Stood up, stood up, stood up, stood up, stood up
|
| Stood up, stood up, stood up, stood up
|
| Pour the whiskey and let us drink until nothing we feel
|
| Cause nothing is real
|
| Pour up, pour the whiskey and let us drink until nothing we feel
|
| Cause nothing is real
|
| Pour it up, pour it up
|
| Pour the whiskey and let us drink until nothing we feel
|
| Cause nothing is real
|
| Pour the whiskey and let us drink until nothing we feel
|
| Cause nothing is real
|
| Nothin' we feel is real
|
| Real, We feel |