"Garden Of Stones" lyrics
"Garden Of Stones"
Desperate for something
Someone to save me
Whispers to God
Let the tide take me
Away
Keep my past at bay
Addicted to running
In love with the chase
Never found comfort
In another man's faith
'Cause I know
When I go
There'll be words on the tombstone
And flowers in the dirt
All the ones that I love
I won't have to see 'em hurt
Anymore
Not anymore
Please, leave the pictures
Still in the frames
Always remember
That roses need rain
To grow
In a garden of stones
You know that I wilted
Before I could bloom
Thorns cut too deep
Can't heal all those wounds
That I caused
That I caused
There will be words on the tombstone
Flowers in the dirt
All the ones that I love
Won't have to see 'em hurt
Anymore
Not anymore
Please, leave the pictures
Still in the frames
Always remember
That roses need rain
To grow
In a garden of stones
When sun goes down
And your tears dry up
You can feel my love
Ripple through your heart
When the wind blows, baby
You'll know that I'm close
I'll be right here
In the garden—
In the garden of stones
- AZLyrics
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- Struggle Jennings Lyrics
album:
"Last Name" (2026)
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