December 4, 1996 A. Myles/D. Wild

Opening slowly I sit by the water,

I'm broken
There's nothing left to say
Red, Red Roses

All but one yellow bud
The gentle thud of unrequited love...


Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The roses of recognition

Or the yellow rose of unrequited love...

Here in the aftermath,

Hopes crashed asunder
I wonder, Can I camouflage my sadness?
Begging forgiveness

I don't understand love
How could I not notice my madness?


Red, Red Roses



All but one yellow bud
The gentle thud of unrequited love...


Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The roses of recognition

Or the yellow rose unrequited love...

Holding my head up

To fight off their glances
I shifted and picked up
My coat and my glasses

Boldly I stood up to everyone's weakness
I've lifted my spirits but still
I am sleepless


Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?

The roses of recognition
Or the yellow rose unrequited love...
What must I have been thinking of?