lost his faith, he's gone astray and he's letting go And he's trying, he's dying to know, why they love him so Hell take another breath and smell the roses
he lost his faith, he's gone astray and he's letting go And he's trying, he's dying to know, why they love him so Hell take another breath and smell the roses
There's a pillar in the temple where I carved your name There's a soul sitting sad and blue Now the remedies you've taken are all in vain Let me show
with me You can hide 'neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain
beautiful rose one day, I placed on the crest of a wave I said, "Take it please and let the petals fall Above his watery grave" The driftwood I watched in vain, my rose
bereavement to the stars Will I make my way without you? Will I ever get over you? Oh, this room it seems so strange now 'cause your laughter still echoes inside Withered roses
design has gotten vain, So emcees I aint feeling you, if I don't know your real name Hip-hop aint dead, the industry's just wack, indie hip-hop's a demo fair Keep your
's so long lady angel, I guess, I?ll say goodbye But I do believe I?m aging right before your eyes Wash up on her coast, not a nickel to my name Sold
bystander waving your flag in mute acceptance? Take up your eyes and see. Take up your ears and hear. Take up your mind and think. Take up your life
You can hide 'neath your covers And study your pain Make crosses from your lovers Throw roses in the rain Waste your summer praying in vain For a savior
rose, one day I placed on the crest of a wave I said, "Take it please and let it settle home Above his watery grave" The driftwood I watched in vain And my rose
(words: costello, music: nieve) Here's a thought to dwell upon, Daddy's girl is almost gone Now there's just a vain princess 'her ruthlessness' Tearing
for her wedding tonight She wore as they laid her away Though she died for a love all in vain her last words were calling your name As I walked to her
name in vain I hope your heart will not be crying, if I'm not among the dying I'll be with you when the roses bloom again Yes, when the roses bloom again
me Your sighs are so like mine Your eyes mustn't glow like mine People will say we're in love! Don't start collecting things Give me my rose and
how much I loathed. Rosa: To know your wants. To see your clutch. To hear your To feel your touch A dreadful task To even speak The name of love.
