Wine and honey, lipstick and spit
You coming through the door with a cigarette lit
And I'm not supposed to think your d**h wish is cool
But then I see you knocking back tequilas by the pool
And I am the yellow rose
Growing near the ground waiting to climb something.
Sweat and water, muscle and blood
Hints about as subtle as a flash flood
Sky over California all pink and white
Something's gonna happen somewhere tonight.
I am the yellow rose
Growing near the ground waiting to climb something.
Thunder, lightning, hot rain
Sweet smell of rotten grain
Holy basil, wolfsbane
Crows tapping on the window pane
I am the yellow, yellow rose
Growing near the ground waiting to climb something.