Lonely Rose

 

There's a thorn in his heart
Two inch thick and it sings the blues
And he could pull it out
But he's in love with the rose it belongs to
Her sweet perfume, sweet sweet in tune

He knew from the start
Wild roses, a dangerous muse
Gardening 'round sharp-tipped things
You get too close to
Beauty, its heart-stopping dizzying
It's been years since he's heard a lonely rose sing
And it breaks his heart, the last of a dying breed
If only he had planted just one more seed
Love could blossom without knees deep in need

He sings,"lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely rose
lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely rose
lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely rose
How could you be so..."

I'm just a rose, red as the heart, in a garden so still
How could I have known, sharp as a dart, I had the strength to kill?
When will the clouds part? Stormy days, gimme blue skies
The world stopped caring when the lonely rose cries
I would have given all my colour
I would have shed my, I could have shed my thorns

Now I'm a lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely rose
lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely rose
lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely rose
How could I be so

Though a rose feels no pain, so the story goes
When the gardner died, she was a bed full of woes
But her roots spread wide, and she grabbed hold tight
In the throws, she was hoping that he too would be a rose

But not a lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely rose
lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely rose
lonely lonely lonely lonely lonely rose
So the story goes, goes, grows.