Sunset postcards
From painted summers
Are now full of faded colours
Always knew that this love
Would just fade to black and blue
I was bound to lose you someday
It was simple to love you
It’s been harder to forget
I got down on my knees
And that’s where I was left
And as the sun began to set
On our old honeymoon
I realised my best just wasn’t good enough for you
Now that the roses are in bloom
She’s got roses in her room
And I’m crying
And as she climbs the stairs
She’s got roses in her hair
And I’m dying
I hear the bells a ringin’
But I don’t know what they mean
Foreign angels sing their hearts
In foreign tongues to me
This could be a brand new day
Or maybe I’m just waking up
There are no words I could say
And nothing I could do
Reaching out for you
Is like trying to take another sip from an empty cup
Now that the roses are in bloom
She’s got roses in her room
And I’m crying
And as she climbs the stairs
She’s got roses in her hair
And I’m dying
The pictures are a fadin’
The long forgotten poses
Her hair around her arms
And her arms full of roses
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