a 'bodega rose' (a rose which grows in a vineyard) at linden vineyards, in fauquier county, vai heard this song this morning, and i am in love with kesang marstrand. please follow her on facebook, you can listen to her songs on her page, and i assure you that you too will fall in love.
with valentine's day around the corner, we can all do with a little more love in our hearts.
peace and blessings.
Rainy bodega roses
The shop never closes
They change shifts at dawn
Even in the smallest hours
Fresh cut red flowers
But you just walk on
My love, my grey-eyed
City child
We could've grown wild
We could've grown wild
But this is what we chose
The endless night
The bodega rose
Odd shadows of trees in the park
Claim the darkest dark
While we sleep
Tangled beneath the covers
Tangled in each other
And try to dream deep
My love, my grey-eyed
City child
We could've grown wild
We could've grown wild
But this is what we chose
The endless night
The bodega rose
Silence is wedded to sound
That comes up through the ground
Singing for us
But few things moves us like before
Nothing anymore
Is what it once was
My love, my grey-eyed
City child
We could've grown wild
We could've grown wild
But this is what we chose
The endless night
The bodega rose
Bodega Rose
Kesang Marstrand
Kesang Marstrand
Rainy bodega roses
The shop never closes
They change shifts at dawn
Even in the smallest hours
Fresh cut red flowers
But you just walk on
My love, my grey-eyed
City child
We could've grown wild
We could've grown wild
But this is what we chose
The endless night
The bodega rose
Odd shadows of trees in the park
Claim the darkest dark
While we sleep
Tangled beneath the covers
Tangled in each other
And try to dream deep
My love, my grey-eyed
City child
We could've grown wild
We could've grown wild
But this is what we chose
The endless night
The bodega rose
Silence is wedded to sound
That comes up through the ground
Singing for us
But few things moves us like before
Nothing anymore
Is what it once was
My love, my grey-eyed
City child
We could've grown wild
We could've grown wild
But this is what we chose
The endless night
The bodega rose
