Roses

All I want to know Is can I remember, at will, things I've done before? Some of them are so unsure still Like rows of unopened roses Like rows of unopened roses

Was I once alone In a room inside my parents' house? Crystals in my palms Lying in the dark, thinking about Those rows of unopened roses Those rows of unopened roses

They'll come to me in a fifth season I'd follow them if I could only see them

Did I ever drive In the backseat through the canyon? Memorizing signs, now posted in that landscape Of rows of unopened roses Those rows of unopened roses

They'll come to me in a fifth season I'd follow them if I could only see them

Those rows of unopened roses Those rows of unopened roses Those rows of unopened roses