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