Sip from a Rose
Chorus
Take a trip there down to Rome
We can Just to sit there I suppose,
Take a sip it drips from a rose,
Lipstick prints propose
Verse 1
Talk to me, delight.
Come morning come midnight.
Scoring on thin ice.
Not giving a mighty duck but it's been iyte.
Bit of the Irish luck but a pot would be nice.
Looking at dinners, have the Skraps back, boom.
Don't touch fists like Shredders in the room.
Rosetta's stoned, talking Mother tongues soon.
Acid rains melts the satin on my shoes
Chorus
Take a trip there down to Rome
We can Just to sit there I suppose,
Take a sip it drips from a rose,
Lipstick prints propose
Verse 2
When in Rome do as the Romans do.
I can hold you like a hold a tune, a little shaky but I know the moves.
Let me take you places grown ups do.
(Mash)
You my favourite I know a few,
You would babysit and I'd roll through.
We were kids but now there's older news,
It's crazy how the flame resumes.
Keep the fire burning, keep on working, learn it, build it and maintain.
Keep the fire burning, keep it certain, always keep ready for the change.
Keep the fire burning, keep the fire burning, but some things don't keep the same.
Keep the fire burning, I keep learning, but keep on singing in the rain,
Outro
Mi amor, me and more.
You and I, we adore.
They give you what for?
They're unsure of your shores,
Remove the tide we ignore.
Delicate roars, that gently explore.
Tell me more, tell me more.
I sip from your rose that you grew behind doors.
The flowers of knowledge, the light and the source.
Can we take a trip to foriegn lands?
I a child to be an honest man.'
Socrates.
Autor(es): Conor Foley-Bernard, David Hinman
