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Plastic Roses Video (MV)




Performed By: Ash Lad & Sam Lea
Length: 4:02
Written by: Matthew Shribman




Ash Lad & Sam Lea - Plastic Roses Lyrics




I stand awake, awake in the morning, in the morning, in the morning
Draw me from grace, the joy I misplace in you calling, in you calling, in you calling
Slowly it takes the shadows away for the dawning, for the dawning; the day is dawning
There's grease in my hair, there's water everywhere pouring
Did you get the warning that your mother's on her way home?

And these plastic, plastic roses fall down in steady doses
I don't try to reach them, why I shouldn't seize them
Plastic roses, where all it shows is
They're just grey and cold, and they won't get no older

Watch and discern, it's what we yearn in the morning, standing taciturn in the morning
The bed is unmade, it lets the memories fade
All that we gave, all that we made won't keep us from the cold
Can't keep us from the lives we sold, or the scolding
My friends are asleep, far too deep

And these plastic, plastic roses fall down in steady doses
I don't try to reach them, why I shouldn't seize them
Plastic roses, where all it shows is
They're just grey and cold, and they won't get no older

I should like to be a soldier
If only then, if only then I could hold her
In my arms again
I never told her my real name
But I would stand up for her the same, the same, again
All the same

I breathe again; breathe in the salt at the mooring, at the mooring, at the mooring
Waves they all break; they're counting up the mistakes that they make

Again, all the same
Again, all the same
Again, all the same
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I stand awake, awake in the morning, in the morning, in the morning
Draw me from grace, the joy I misplace in you calling, in you calling, in you calling
Slowly it takes the shadows away for the dawning, for the dawning; the day is dawning
There's grease in my hair, there's water everywhere pouring
Did you get the warning that your mother's on her way home?

And these plastic, plastic roses fall down in steady doses
I don't try to reach them, why I shouldn't seize them
Plastic roses, where all it shows is
They're just grey and cold, and they won't get no older

Watch and discern, it's what we yearn in the morning, standing taciturn in the morning
The bed is unmade, it lets the memories fade
All that we gave, all that we made won't keep us from the cold
Can't keep us from the lives we sold, or the scolding
My friends are asleep, far too deep

And these plastic, plastic roses fall down in steady doses
I don't try to reach them, why I shouldn't seize them
Plastic roses, where all it shows is
They're just grey and cold, and they won't get no older

I should like to be a soldier
If only then, if only then I could hold her
In my arms again
I never told her my real name
But I would stand up for her the same, the same, again
All the same

I breathe again; breathe in the salt at the mooring, at the mooring, at the mooring
Waves they all break; they're counting up the mistakes that they make

Again, all the same
Again, all the same
Again, all the same
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Writer: Matthew Shribman
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sentric Music


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