He used to give me roses, I wish he would again
but that was on the outside, and things were different then
we built our world together, with a love so clear and strong
but that was on the outside, where did I go wrong
On the inside the sun still shines and the rain falls down
but the sun and rain are prisoners too
when morning comes around
Last night I dreamed we were together
sharing all the love we'd known, 'til I had to face the nightmare
of waking up alone
On the inside the roses grow, they don't mind the stony ground
but the roses here are prisoners too
when morning comes around
He used to give me roses, I wish he would again
but that was on the outside, and things were different then
