the rose and the thistle well they both have thorns they both have thorns they both have thorns the rose and the thistle well they both have thorns and they grow in the garden where your love was born the rose and the thistle well they both have thorns they both have thorns they both have thorns the rose and the thistle well they both have thorns and they grow in the garden where your love was born i m between a rock and a hard place your thought and your heart s space meant no for nothing like a pick in an empty guitar case follow you like a car chase to the part where we stargaze the plot in your garden i see your world view like marvin the martian your part of the solution s my part of the problem if you stop to smell the roses i know we can solve them as the world keeps revolving let s keep on evolving a natural selection like wallace and darwin grow grey like steve martin in old age be radiocarbon getting to half our lives together when the great part gets started to keep it short i m glad you were born let s keep flowing together through thistle and thorn the rose and the thistle they both have thorns took note of this when i woke this morn sun rise came in as one bright ray and the place on the wall where it shone was warm and the shadow cast was like a battleaxe so i grabbed it fast and i smashed the glass and i crawled through the shards and i found myself in a beautiful garden with petals bulbs nettles mulch hibiscus delphinidins ferns christmas bells geraniums jack in the pulpit baby s breath lily of the nile a star of bethlehem a brilliant child being poked at and scorned the rose and the thistle they both have thorns hey mary begging your pardon what pretty flowers grow in your garden let s lie back in the lilacs meander in the lavender get silly in the lilies dancing under oleanders holy moly holding hands snap dragon tantrums and open up the irises humming summer anthems he loves me not will forget me not looking for the answers he loves me not will forget me not looking for the answers 