Martin Luke Brown - 65 Roses

I still spell your name in the city lights
I still hear your joy in my dreams
It's only when I wake from the place I escape
That I start to sew back the seams


And it terrifies me you have to leave
Before I even told you what you mean


But I still taste the highs from my brighter days
I still feel the rush through my bones
It's only when I rise in the morning light
That the feeling has to go


And though I'm not broken, I will never be the same
Since you were taken higher up
And although I'm healing, I will always hold a piece of you behind my eyes
65 roses on my mind


I still reenact how we used to be
I still laugh to hide, like a child
It's only when I'm still in the dead of the dark
That I forget to smile


And though I'm not broken, I will never be the same
Since you were taken higher up
And although I'm healing, I will always hold a piece of you behind my eyes
65 roses on my mind, oh no