He can smell the roses
But it's just the thorns
That prick him in the side
But he keeps on traveling
Down the path to where
The birds are flying high
The clouds kiss the sea
Beyond those
Heat Blistered Trees
She has painted stars
Just to keep herself
From feeling lonely in the dark
But to paint a rainbow
On the night
Yeah, now that's what she'd call art
The clouds kiss the sea
Beyond those
Heat Blistered Trees
Dodging between
Bizarre figurines
The clouds kiss the sea
Beyond those
Heat Blistered Trees
Dodging between
Bizarre figurines
The clouds kiss the sea
Beyond those
Heat Blistered Trees