Could I see the heart on your sleeve?
That raging red rose with no thorns in sight
I know they’re there somewhere but I’m not scared
Could you show me that heart on your sleeve?
And let me trace my fingers along the stem and leaves
Down deep to your roots?
I’d bleed the cost to find your nourishment
I wouldn’t mind the little punishments
If I could feel your lips form
Those warm sunflower smiles they always do
Along the way