Rose Garden Bed

Rose Garden Bed by Created Alive

So I sit back, kick back, another day
Open the window, waste away
A gentle breeze blows through the trees
And I can see the sun shining down on me

I shall not be consumed
I will extinguish every tire

So I sit back, kick back, another day
Open the windows, waste away
A gentle breeze blows through the trees
And I can see the sun shining down on me

I shall not be consumed
I will extinguish every tire

Life’s garden she shall harden
Give my pardon to those garden gnomes
They can’t grow
They won’t grow
You can though
They can’t

I shall not be consumed
I will extinguish every tire