Roses flying to heaven on high. to meet the angels, but why do they even try? It's not time to fly, to grow up up away, we'll save it for some other day. Cus we have love as our magic, and love as our guide, we'll grow up some other day, this isn' t our time. The roses fly high, to fall back again. It's just no their time, there's no use in crying, Cus all that we'll do, is shout out, let us sing let love be our magic, let love be our guide, don'g you let yourself mess up, that rose of a life! To live and to breathe, the magics in love, don't let it go, don't you lose a hold of, yourself in the wind, it'll take you way, So I'm begging you stay! Let love be our magic, let love be our guide, we'll grow up some other day, this isn't our time, to spread our wings, to lose our petals, and fly... So, let love..,. It's love.