The morning we moved in this house you said let's make a bed of roses
So hand in hand we found that special place and I broke the ground
I wiped that delta dirt from your face as you knelt there to sow them
Oh I'd give anything a mortal man could give if you could see them now
Through the kitchen windowpane I can see the roses
The ones we planted that first spring are blooming like they did when you were here
Someone's always left behind when the door of this life closes
So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses
Some days I sit for hours at the time just stirring at those roses
They seem so young and full of life but soon they'll face the winter chill
I don't know how long I can survive but one thing that I know is
Come spring time the roses will return but you never will
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So I sit alone and watch it rain on our bed of roses