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