| Lyrics: | The roses in the window box
Have tilted to one side,
Everything about this house
Was
born to grow and die.
It doesn't seem a year ago
To this very day
You said I'm
sorry honey,
If I don't change the pace,
I can't face another day.
And love lies
bleeding in my hand,
It kills me to think of you with another man.
I was playing rock-n-roll
and you were just a fan,
But my guitar couldn't hold you
So I split the band.
Love lies
bleeding in my hands.
I wonder if those changes
Have left a scar on you,
Like all
the burning hoops of fire
That you and I passed through.
You're a bluebird on a
telegraph line
I hope you're happy now,
Well if the wind of change comes down your way
girl
You'll make it back somehow. |
