Deborah Conway White Roses
Deborah Conway and Dorland Bray You weren't the first to send me red roses And you weren't the first to give me away I'm not the only one to have my fingers burnt But that was a one-way conversation and you got the final word Forget-me-nots forgotten White roses Regrets and promises collide I'm still flying the flag for you Blue heart red eyes and white roses It's true Lovers swap red roses but white ones from you Spell the end of everything fine Yellow roses are for jealously but you Don't send me them You send the ones that say we're through You weren't to know that something was making me blue Keeping all the sunshine away You said forever and I took you at your word White roses make a lie of everything I've heard
