Rose, can I come down for a drink?
It's happened again
I've got a story, I'm sure will end poorly
I'll begin at the end
Rose you must know
I couldn't find the words
That it takes to say "Stay"
Now she's gone away
Rose, can I come down to your garden?
I can only wilt flowers
Bring me your shovel, there's a heart to be buried
And a body as well
Your letters I've tied
With a strand of your hair
In a breast pocket safe, they keep talking
Now wake up alone, with my eyes to the floor
And I see where my night will end weeping once more
Rose, can I come down to your rosebed?
To lay in your thorns
Know I am empty, soul must be buried
I will not be mourned
Rose you must know, I felt more than I said
Now I've got all the words, and no one
Now the hole has been dug, and I'm down on my knees
Rain make us mud, in spring we bloom as one