Winter Rose

I saw the teardrop hit the windowpane Even though I know we need the rain I thought the sun could pry me from this pose Well, I was wrong about that If every thorn came With a winter rose Then everything was worth it Yes, I suppose And while I slept away They burned the city down And I can read the panic in the braille Even as my senses fail If every thorn came With a winter rose Then everything was worth it Yes, I suppose If every thorn came With a winter rose Then everything was worth it Yes, I suppose If every thorn came With a winter rose, there was something I suppose Then everything was worth it Yes, I suppose If every thorn came With a winter rose, there was something I suppose Then everything was worth it Yes, I suppose If every thorn came With a winter rose Then everything was worth it Yes, I suppose If every thorn came With a winter rose Then everything was worth it Yes, I suppose