Behind the Rose
Today I met a woman I don’t think you knowShe showed me a smile nobody’s ever shownShe took off her clothes and her jacket I foldShe told me ‘bout somewhere behind a rose
It’s looking out of bed she said “seen somebody’s clothes”It’s knowing that tomorrow you’re not gonna wake up aloneIt’s the feeling of her legs upon my bones, that’s the beauty behind the rose
It’s walking down the street to your old homeIt’s the feeling of your feet on that familiar stoneIt’s all those little things she does that let you knowThat’s the beauty behind the rose
And once you find it I know you won’t wanna goYou stay up so late you’ll fall asleep in your clothesYou can’t take back a song once it’s been wroteBut that’s the beauty behind the rose