Roses Are Red These Days
still waiting
a touch of turpentine
what are you hiding girl?
have you made up your mind?
she's nothing in her fantasies
she sings in broken melodies
that i'm putting back together again
these days were dreaming of
the ways we fell in love
the things we're guilty of
still raining
another day inside
why are you smiling girl
have you made up your mind?
if you want to,
if you need to,
it could be true tonight
