Roses in the Fire

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 trust I 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 back Another woman's on the telephone Pick it up, tell her you're home I see your face turn into broken glass Talking slow, thinking fast I 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 years I throw your roses in the fire To burn away the old desire We were a desperate pair of souls So let me go Another woman has her point of view Let her talk now that we're through I see your face retreat behind the glass Glistening slow, sinking fast Oh 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 relent I 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 trust I 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