Pretenders - The English Roses lyrics
[Pretenders - The English Roses lyrics]
And the wind whips 'round the balcony
And the sky closes on the English roses
And she'll be pacin'
'Round and 'round and 'round
And 'round her room
These storms always find her to remind her
To the endless sky the pink over grey
She looks for an answer but, it's too late
Maybe it's true
Some things were just never meant to be
Maybe not
This is a story fruit cut from the vine
Forgot and left to rot long before it's time
This is a story
About the girl who lived next door
Looking for someone to hold
A wish made on a star
Brought her here tonight
In the courtyard, she wait's
A thousand broken dates
But she holds the hymnal
Where so carefully pressed
Is the English rose she laid to rest
It's only a story flowers in full bloom
Bouquets in every room this is a story
Fruit cut from the vine
Looking for someone to hold