Thorns - Charlie Simpson

i get dressed up in my winter clothes, and step outside to look at the roses, but they're all covered in the morning snow, just open your heart and the world, will carry you home tonight, it will, i get dressed up in my summer clothes, and step outside to look at the roses, but they're all covered in their sharper thorns, just open your eyes and the world, will follow you home tonight, it will, well, let's put on our raincoats, and drench ourselves in england's weather, just to know we're free, and we'll bury our heads down, beneath the old oak tree, just you and me, but please, oh, don't take this broken heart of mine, it's the only beat that i have left, that's pulsing through this empty chest, and i don't know where i should begin, i get dressed up in my autumn clothes, and step outside to pick up the leaves, and i cannot believe the whole year has gone, i open my arms to embrace you, it's time to go right back to the start, well, let's put on our raincoats, and drench ourselves in england's weather, just to know we're free, and we'll bury our heads down, beneath the old oak tree, just you and me, but please, oh, don't take this broken heart of mine, it's the only beat that i have left, that's pulsing through this empty chest, and i don't know where i should begin