Pretenders (The)
The English Roses
Just before it rainsThe wind whips 'round the balconyAnd the sky closes on the english rosesAnd she'll be pacin''round and 'round and 'round and 'round her roomThese storms always find here to remind herTo the endless skyThe pink over greyShe looks for an answerBut it's too lateMaybe it's trueSome things were just never meant to beMaybe notThis is a storyFruit cut from the vineForgot and left to rotLong before its timeThis is a storyAbout the girl who lived next doorLooking for someone to holdA wish made on a starBrought her here tonightAt a courtyard she waitsLetras de cancionesA thousand broken datesBut she holds the hymnalWhere so carefully pressedIs the english rose she laid to restIt's only a storyFlowers in full bloomBouquets in every roomOoh, this is a storyFruit cut from the vineLooking for someone to hold
From Letras Mania