I can hardly bare the sight
of lipstick, on the cigarettes
there in the ashtray
Lying cold
the way you left them
But at least your lips
caressed them
while you packed
Or the lip rim on a half filled
cup of coffee that you
poured but didn't drink
But at least you thought
you wanted it that's so much
more that I can say for me
What a good year
for the roses
Many blooms still there
No-one could stand
another moment
Funny I don't even care...
As you turned to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I have to say
It's been a good year
for the roses...
After three full
years of marriage
It's the first time that you
haven't made the bed
I guess the reason
we're not talking
There's so little left
to say we haven't said
While a million thoughts
go racing through my mind
I find that I haven't said a word
From the bedroom
the familiar sound
Our one baby's
crying goes unheard
What a good year
for the roses
Many moons still linger there
No-one could stand
another moment
Funny I don't even care...
As you turned to walk away
As the door behind you closes
The only thing I have to say
It's been a good year
for the roses.....