I was more than just a coward
I was handsome too
i felt nothing when your flood came down
holding fast and made me wonder
if the lights were on with my hands
they never touched no ground
well you're telling this in numbers
of the many times you're gone
i could lie i don't give out forgiveness
but sometimes it's just roses dying too young
and you're fencing up the hours
in the fields of red
while you think i'm on a loveless straight
and the letters from the lovers
in the land gone wrong
explanations always written late
when you're telling curse to framing
of the crying new bird song
i could lie i don't give out what's missing
but sometimes it's just roses dying too young
well your train of thought
always passing here
well it's fallen babe
in its broken gear
it's the damn revelation blues
when you see the path
and you know you won't be the last
oh lord oh lord
i was more than just a terror
i was crying too
but you showed me in the gusts between
that a wind is sometimes broken
and it's flying back
as the meaning or a ghost within
well you're telling this and hiding
well your feeling's wrong
and i always want to bring you something
but sometimes it's just roses dying too young
well you're telling this and hiding
that you're feeling's always wrong
and i always want to bring you something
but sometimes it's just roses dying too young