That Rose Lyrics by Margaret Glaspy
I dreamt you were holding the head of a rose like it was my breast
You stuck your nose into that flower like your face into my chest
And took a long breath
Then you wrapped around a fig tree like it was my waist
You picked that fruit, peeled it back, and took a taste
Like it was my face
Come home and hold me like you hold that rose
I’m getting jealous of that rose
I dreamt you looked into the clouds like they were my eyes
You made them blush, the clouds got shy
And made a red sky
Then you fell asleep in the dirt like the earth was our bed
You curled up to the rocks like my hands cradling your head
Then I woke up and said
Come home and hold me like you hold that rose
I’m getting jealous of that rose
I dreamt you were holding onto reins like they were my hands
You tighten up just to make that horse dance
Then you’d run your fingers through its mane like it was my hair
I woke up and hoped that you were there, but the bed was bare
Come home and hold me like you hold that rose
I’m getting jealous of that rose
Come home and hold me, hold me like you hold that rose
I’m getting jealous of that rose