You said come on, lets go Down that yellow brick road But that path was primrose and led back to black and white And now I know since that day you chose to let me know My heart's been tangled with thoughts that choke the light Here I go, collecting roses To me from you Oh, oh, here I go A dozen red for every wound Oh, oh, Now I stop and smell the roses When they're blue Gonna find my way Break the lock on the emerald city gates It could be simple but would only half awake I feel the pains within When I think of you and grip the stems I feel my head begin to scream, "I'm not alright" Here I go, collecting roses To me from you Oh, oh, here I go A dozen red for every wound Oh, oh, Now I stop and smell the roses When they're blue When they're blue Let go of the stems Free to bloom again Let go of the stems Free to bloom again Here I go, collecting roses To me from you Oh, oh, here I go A dozen red for every wound Oh, oh, Now I stop and smell the roses When they're blue Free to bloom again Free to bloom again When they're blue