Roses

All I want to know
 Is can I remember, at will, things I've done before?
 Some of them are so unsure still
 Like rows of unopened roses
 Like rows of unopened roses
 Was I once alone
 In a room inside my parents' house?
 Crystals in my palms
 Lying in the dark, thinking about
 Those rows of unopened roses
 Those rows of unopened roses
 They'll come to me in a fifth season
 I'd follow them if I could only see them
 Did I ever drive
 In the backseat through the canyon?
 Memorizing signs, now posted in that landscape
 Of rows of unopened roses
 Those rows of unopened roses
 They'll come to me in a fifth season
 I'd follow them if I could only see them
 Those rows of unopened roses
 Those rows of unopened roses
 Those rows of unopened roses