Dried Roses

Leave the bed unmade
Draw the light green shade
Start the microwave
Dried roses
Cradle, yeah she does
Lights the fire because
Window frost
Heat loss
Dried roses
Steep the black coffee
Set the plates, pour the tea
Three for her, three for me
Dried roses
Sleepily she walks
Gradually she talks
With the geese, she flocks
Dried roses
Afternoon, midnight
Mornings what she likes
Fly the broom, see the moon
Dried roses
Here I go, there I am
All alone in the pan
In the silence again
Dried roses
Half dead, half-awake
Make a pie, bake a cake
Which road will you take?
Dried roses
Goodness her, goodness me
Goodness eternity
Out you go, in ya be
Dried roses
So leave the bed unmade
Draw the light green shade
Start the microwave
Dried roses
Dried roses