They say you gave him up for dead Now there's a stranger in your head Yellow roses at your feet Disappear in a memory of a dream And like a flower in the Spring Left to the mercy of the seasons Soon the past will catch you up Stinging like a paper cut There's only so much in your veins to bleed Don't let the world get in your way Make your mistakes Go on your way Yellow roses at your feet disappear into a dream Fingers clench and smell of magazines Kneeling at the altar in a church Praying desperately That someone up there is listening Don't let the world get in your way Make your mistakes Go on your way