Rosebud

Broke down the door
Don't know what for
Maybe to prove that I loved you a little more

I closed my eyes
And fantasized
Chose my hubris in the face of rushed goodbyes

And now I see
Life's a fickle kind of thing
And I'm I'm wondering
If the birds will ever sing
Because you're gone

Tragedies make the best songs

Just as frost in the spring kills a rosebud
And we hide from the hand that dries our tears
See how the last of the towers falls to ruin
Watch as the lights fade and your demons disappear
Didn't think you'd vanish into the shade
And I know, regrets are always too late

Night turned to day
I pictured your face
In pristine water colour against that grey

And I can almost feel the sun
As it was when this begun
The hourglass suspended, framing time when we were young

And I think I understand
That cruel vial of sand
Cuts so tenderly the lines of your hand

I broke down the door
and I think I know what for
Just to fall into your eyes once more

And now I see
Life's a fickle kind of thing
And I'm wondering
If the birds will ever sing
Because you're gone

Tragedies make the best songs

Just as frost in the spring kills a rosebud
And we hide from the hand that dries our tears
See how the last of the towers falls to ruin
Watch as the lights fade and your demons disappear
Didn't think you'd vanish into the shade
And I know, regrets are always too late

Broke down the door
Don't know what for
Maybe to prove that I loved you a little more

And I know the price you paid
And the sorry mess I made
Still I know
Regrets are always too late