Rose, can I come down for a drink?
It`s happened again
I`ve got a story I`m sure will end poorly
I`ll begin at the end
Rose, you must know
I couldn`t find the words
That it takes to say "stay"
Now she`s gone away
Rose, can I come down to your garden?
I can only wilt flowers
Bring me your shovel
There`s a heart to be buried
And a body as well
Your letters are tied with a strand of your hair
In a breast pocket safe, they keep talking
Now I wake up alone
With my eyes to the floor
And I see you at my night
Well and weeping once more
Rose, can I come down to your rose bed?
To lay in your thorns
Know I meant it, so must be buried
I will not be mourned
Rose, you must know
I felt more than I said
Now I`ve got all the words
And no one
Now the hole has been dug
And I`m down on my knees
Rain make us mud
Spring with bloomer`s one
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