Blume -

Of all the things I miss oh so much

Have wilted changed and skewed

Vinous rose lips that felt so soft to touch

Now wrinkled petals pruned

Soaked up the love from me once

Just as the leaves drank morning dew

But now my only dream’s split into two

Now I want to see dead roses bloom

But now my only dream’s split into two

Now I want to see dead roses bloom

If red carnations were heartache symbols

They’ve scattered petals far between and few

And if I ever could nurture you right back

To however your flowers were, I would

Oh dead roses, I know it’s over

Dead roses, I still can picture you

Still all the while, all I could think

Was how to bring my roses back in bloom

When I know that I can’t control my feelings

Dead roses bloom

And I know that my thoughts may wade upstream

Dead roses bloom

All I know is I can’t pretend unvealing

Now I, I want to see dead roses bloom

Now I, I want to see dead roses bloom

Oh dead roses, I know it’s over

Dead roses, I still can picture you

Still all the while, all I could think

Was how to bring my roses back in bloom

Oh dead roses, I know it’s over

Dead roses, I still can picture you

Still all the while, all I could think

Was how to bring my roses back in bloom