Pull on these ropes
I have never seen a better way to side step a lie
What could have been but never was
Gives you one short moment to realise
You've reached that age, still young
But the others will start dying
So it goes, but some how it's
Still worth crying over, crying over
It's never been a matter of being scared
To jump into the black and god knows what is there
It's everyone that's left that's worrying (we all need a moment to hide)
Everything that flies will always have to fall
The first brush with death is only numb
Just a while ago she played with us
It could have been a sickness
Dizzy, backwards and she never moved again
Then one more time well
He was a good man we're all gonna miss
He passed last Wednesday and I
Never learned what the hell I'm meant to say
It's never been a matter of being scared
To jump into the black and god knows what is there
It's everyone that's left that's worrying (we all need a moment to hide)
Everything that flies will always have to fall
It's never been a matter of being scared
To jump into the black and god knows what is there
It's everyone that's left that's worrying (we all need a moment to hide)
Everything that flies will always have to fall
Roses are all you can give
Roses are all you can give
Roses are all you can give
Roses are all you can give
Roses are all you can give