Imelda May - Roses lyrics

Who will throw me roses
At the final curtain call?
Who will clap and stamp and chant
In an empty music hall?

I've lived every word I write
And acted up under overlights
But when you go home arm in arm

I go back to an empty room no afterglow
After the aftershow the sacrifice
For art I suppose it imitates life you see
Limitates privacy i try to give all of me
But hate the cold reality that
Let's me live out on the stage

My fantasy when what I really crave is
Not 'like' from some but love from one
So who will throw mе roses?