Riddles

I've a mind of my own
I harbor here the secrets I have known
They grow flowers and dreams
But they know I cut them down again

See I've been talking riddles with the devil
He's been dancing on my back
I could've asked him anything
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?

I've a mind of my own
I keep in here all the creatures I have known
You talk to me in pretty little sentences
So I turn them into poetry just to forget

'Cause I've been talking riddles with thе devil
He's been dancing on my back
I could've askеd him anything
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?

I've a mind of my own
I keep in here all the memories I have chosen
I talk to them pretty little sentences
To grow the flowers I wish to protect

See I've been talking riddles with the devil
He's been dancing on my back
I could've asked him anything
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?
All I wanted to know is, would you come back?