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