Winter comes with things to die Dyin' is part of life, that's when I saw you Strange and new, tell where did you come from How did you grow without the sun? Barb wire blossom Barb wire blossom Try to touch you, I'm scared Apprehensive of the pain How could something so ideal, be so real? No need to hold you in regrets Just need another less Barb wire blossom Barb wire blossom ♪ You're nothing like your town So why'd you stick around Do you feel alone Oh and oh We all need you to stay Grew some color around your grave Barb wire blossom Barb wire blossom Barb wire blossom