Week 3 - The Secret Garden | Tamar Lewis

When it said 'The End' that night
We both took a breath
The movie's made you dream away
You  just stood there
Thoughtlessly streched out your arms
Drifted away
Oh I can still hear you say
How did I get here

Must have been the scent of roses
Must have been the scent of roses

Years gone by stood by your side
How could I've known
Writing letters shared our pain
At least we thought so
You could tell me anything
But you could not

You could tell me anything
But you could not

You were quiet at the hope for roses
Quiet at the hope for roses
You were quiet at the hope for roses
While we're laughing in the sun
 
Thank God that is over now
But still I wonder
Do you even realize
Just how much I love you

Departing from that fenced yard
Even when you're trembling
Towards the horizon
You're not bothering me at all

Wish that I could turn the tide
Then you wouldn't be alone
Wish that I could turn the tide
Then you wouldn't be alone

In the Secret Garden
In that Secret Garden

Even when you're trembling
Towards the horizon
Don't stay quiet at the hope for roses
Don't stay quiet at the hope for roses