Blume

Of all the things I miss oh so much Have wilted changed and skewed Vinous rose lips that felt so soft to touch Now wrinkled petals pruned Soaked up the love from me once Just as the leaves drink morning dew But now my only dream's split into two Now I want to see dead roses bloom Instrumental If red carnations were heartache symbols They've scattered petals far between and few And if I ever could nurture you right back To however your flowers were, I would Oh dead roses, I know it's over Dead roses, I still can picture you Still all the while, all I could think Was how to bring my roses back in bloom When I know that I can't control my feelings Dead roses bloom And I know that my thoughts may wade upstream Dead roses bloom All I know is I can't pretend unfeeling Now I, I want to see dead roses bloom Now I, I want to see dead roses bloom Oh dead roses, I know it's over Dead roses, I still can picture you Still all the while, all I could think Was how to bring my roses back in bloom Oh dead roses, I know it's over Dead roses, I still can picture you Still all the while, all I could think Was how to bring my roses back in bloom