“PETALS by CHROMATICS”
She’s the angel on top
Of the tree
Sugar, honey, here she comes
She’s going to fall on me
She’s the grace of this world
She’s too pure
For the likes of this world
This world is a whore
Tear the petals off of you
And make you tell the truth
Tear the petals off of you
Oh, it’s all mine
Yeah, hey, it’s all mine
Yeah, hey, it’s all mine
I never knew what I could be
Oh the darling buds of May
They fall with no sound
They carry you down
They carry you down
Tear the petals off of you
And make you tell the truth
