I throw your roses in the fire
To make the flames a little higher
I watch your roses turn to dust
I know no man that I can trustI throw your roses in the fire
'Cause I burn with pity and desire
I'll be your vision dressed in black
Who won't be backAnother woman's on the telephone
Pick it up
Tell her you're home
I see your face turn into broken glass
Talking slow
Thinking fastI throw your roses in the fire
No one could say I didn't try
I watch your roses fall like tears
I've crawled this path for all these yearsI throw your roses in the fire
To burn away the old desire
We were a desperate pair of souls
So let me goAnother woman has her point of view
Let her talk
Now that we're through
I see your face retreat behind the glassOh I'll kill you if we can't be friends
I'll bleed like diamonds running
Through your hands
I'll be a bitter taste you can't forget
And I won't leave this world until you relentI throw your roses on the fire
To burn away the old desire
I watch your roses turn to dust
I know no man that I can trustI throw your roses in the fire
To make the flames a little higher
I'll be your vision dressed in black
Who won't be back
I won't be back
I won't be back
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