Lyrics Coming up Roses - Eliza Rickman

Coming up Roses

Lover of mine, hand over the key
The teeth have all long been gone
And darling divine, you’re cutting my bones
With words you won’t say, hands you don’t hold
Better the last time, sweeter than this time
See that you’re older still
What turned you around, pushing you down?
My lips are in bloom fighting your frown
Tell me your secrets, I’ll ask you no questions
Braving your mountaintop
When I’m around you, when I’m allowed to
Taking my chances, I’d make a fortune
I’ll love you, I’ll love you- the darkest part of you
Write you the sweetest song
Drop down from the ledges, hand over defenses
I’m longing to see you through white picket fences
If God kept his promise, I’d tiptoe through tulips
Gather your moss again
Jump over your hedges, stand under your branches
We’re coming up roses
Coming up roses indeed
Is patience a virtue, or waiting what fools do?
Mama would never tell
But this onward drive home- it’s cutting my bones
With kisses of stone from a heart made of gold
Return to the last time, sweeter than this time
Tugging against my will
To dive under your dock, swim in your pond
Knowing the water will carry you on
If God kept his promise, I’d tiptoe through tulips
Gather your moss again
Jump over your hedges, swing on your branches
We’re coming up roses
Coming up roses
If God kept his promise, I’d tiptoe through tulips
Gather your moss again
Jump over your hedges, swing on your branches
We’re coming up roses
Coming up roses indeed
We’re coming up roses indeed