like clouds. New shapes are taken, but they're not always actual, they're never tangible. It's so brutal to see someone give it all up for nothing, and
How faces change like the seasons, and how I miss your spring. I tried to sleep through winter, but dead roses still have thorns. Up in flames you seemed
cold ground Roses help me to pretend Blushing brides and cosmonauts Don?t meet their bitter end Roses, roses, cannot do this any more (Thanks to Chris for
But at least you thought you wanted it which is so much more than I can say for me. REFRAIN It's been a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger
my skin? Dost thou not want to worship me With crimson sacrifice So my cunt may twitch against thy kiss And weep with new-found life?" Red roses for
for growin': He sends rain for the Roses. Lord knows what to do when love needs time for growin': (He sends rain for the Roses.) The Lord sends rain for the Roses
and didn't drink But at least you thought you wanted it, Tat's so much more than I can say for me What a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger
Chorus]: I don't mind if I'm the only one singing I don't care if there are notes I'm hitting Confess it if it's true Is it too loud for you [Chorus
want some red roses for a blue lady) We had a silly quarrel the other day I hope these pretty flowers chase her blues away I want some red roses for
things you do for me Each and every day But woman I've been searching high and low For a special way to solve My love for you is so much more And this
Just to say we're sorry, For the black eyes and bleeding lips. When it's hard to forget How many lies we've told. Oh, how we go, Before I said goodbye
but at [E] least you thought you wanted it that?s so much more than I can say [A] for me Chorus: But what a good year for the [D] roses [E] many blooms
t drink But at least you thought you wanted it that's so much more than I can say for me But what a good year for the roses many blooms still linger there
drink But at least you thought you wanted it That's so much more than I can say for me Chorus But what a good year for the roses Many blooms still linger
run, run for the roses, the bigger it opens, the sooner it closes. Meddle, meddle, friend of mine, all good things in all good time. Run for the roses
