Roses for the Dead

Just to say we're sorry For the black eyes and bleeding lips When it's hard to forget How many lies we told Or how we'd grow Before I said goodbye So let's scrape our knees On the playground It's not your fault You feel okay It's too late in the day It's not your fault You feel betrayed And can't come now to play I never listened to a word You never said I never listened to a word You never said Wasting the hours now We're all suckers for tragedies And start this over again And you bring us to our knees As sunrise comes And the story will sell A few hundred papers So we'll follow you up It's not your fault You feel okay It's too late in the day It's not your fault You feel betrayed And can't come out to play I never listened to a word You never said I never listened to a word You never said So raise your hands up high And let this rain pour on So raise your hands up high And wash us away Like innocence and childbirth You look just like your mother And you look just like your father Forgive him, our father Your son is smiling So lay roses around you