Thistle (Scott Matthew)

Joy it comes and goes it speeds through ebb and flow it falls, it ignores me and christ if he sacrificed his life so I'll have mine, why does god still treat me like a whore? he ignores me and thistles are thriving in my garden mistletoe I'll be avoiding simple things always turn complex entangled, a ribbon in a rose bush strangled, a singer in a car crash I would invite you in but promise me this please ignore this mess suffice to say that I've survived my own demise and joy washed me up on the shore oh please ignore me thistles are thriving in my garden mistletoe I'll be avoiding simple things always turn complex and thistles are thriving in my garden over grown I'll be alone for so long I'd invite you in but promise me this please ignore this mess