Pretenders - The English Roses lyrics

Just before it rains
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