David's Lyre English Roses
I'll take my jacket off
Only if we'll stay a while
Your mind was made up
Driving round to pass the time
All through my childhood
I walked these streets passed every day
For this place is changing
A shadow of what I would claim
I think about the gardens roamed
Amongst the English roses
there is stood is stood the place we own
Surrounded by the houses
They set it on fire
Don't look back we'll flee from this city
We'll fight our desire
Don't look back for fear that we'll turn to salt
And I hear my hearts cry
To my head my hands my feet
Speaks of this city
This feast I find my table seat
They'll find our absence
To empty chairs perverse our names
But this place is changing
A shadow of what I would claim
I think about the gardens roamed
Amongst the English roses
there is stood is stood the place we own
Surrounded by the houses
They set it on fire
Don't look back we'll flee from this city
We'll fight our desire
Don't look back for fear that we'll turn to salt
They set it on fire
Don't look back we'll flee from this city
We'll fight our desire
Don't look back for fear that we'll turn to salt
