pretenders
the english roses [live][#]
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 here 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 its time  This is a story  About the girl who lived next door  Looking 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 rest  It's only a story  Flowers in full bloom  Bouquets in every room  Ooh, this is a story  Fruit cut from the vine  Looking for someone to hold