Black Roses

You say you've been hurt

Too many times

I know it seems that way sometimes

So gather all black roses

In your hands

And gather all black roses

In your hands

And count the petals

And the thorns

That you have known

Since you were born

Deep inside a cloudy day

Trying to hide my love away

I see you coming

Always wanting

Always waiting

Having everything your way

So let the birds sing

And cry for you

The crystal of my love

Has died for you

And count the petals

And the thorns

That you have known

Since you were born

Deep inside a cloudy day

Trying to hide my love away