Roses

Roses are red as they lay at your feet

but you got scared and escaped

I looked after you and your scarf blowing

is the last thing I captured on tape

Roses are wild, free as a child

a spirit you can't capture or own

they hide their beauty by a thorny veil

just as you are hiding from me

And I don’t know what you're waiting for

I lay roses down in front of your door

I don't know what you're waiting for

away it goes, away from me

Roses are fine, I drink champagne and wine

both at the tip of my tongue

is making me puzzled and feeling estrange

knowing that you are the one

But I don’t know what you're waiting for

I lay roses down in front of your door

I don't know what you're waiting for

I shall believe, but I said I don't know what

I shall believe, but I said I don't know what

I shall believe, but I said I don't know what for