The English Roses

Just before it rains

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

And this is a story

'Bout the girl who lived next door

Lookin' for someone to hold

A wish made on a star

Brought her here tonight

At a courtyard she waits

A thousand broken dates

But she holds the hymnal

Where so carefully pressed

Is the English rose

She laid to reset

It's only a story

Flowers in full bloom

Bouquets in every room

Ooh, this is a story

Fruit cut from the vine

Lookin' for someone to hold