Coming up Roses - Eliza Rickman

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