I named the Rose of Ethos
And it's over you
I watch the room fill with Columbians
I've lost my cover, now I'm anyones
And the conversation, it makes me bleed
If I talk anymore, I might not get up
I'm up in the clouds
And I'm coming down
I'm on the back of a truck down the Amazon
I'm looking down from above, I watch me drive off
And as my head gets heavy, as the wheel turns
And as my feet leave the ground, I know I'm going home
I'm up in the cloudds
And I'm coming down
I named the Rose of Ethos
And it's over you