The roses in the window box
Have tilted to one side,
Everything about this house
Was born to grow and die.
It doesn't seem a year ago
To this very day
You said i'm sorry honey,
If i don't change the pace,
I can't face another day.
And love lies bleeding in my hand,
It kills me to think of you with another man.
I was playing rock-nproll and you were just a fan,
But my guitar couldn't hold you
So i spilt the band.
Love lies bleeding in my hands
I wonder if those changes
Have left a scar on you,
Like all the burning hoops of fire
That you and i passed through.
You're bluebird on a telegraph line
I hope you're happy now,
Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl
You'll make it back somehow.
Have tilted to one side,
Everything about this house
Was born to grow and die.
It doesn't seem a year ago
To this very day
You said i'm sorry honey,
If i don't change the pace,
I can't face another day.
And love lies bleeding in my hand,
It kills me to think of you with another man.
I was playing rock-nproll and you were just a fan,
But my guitar couldn't hold you
So i spilt the band.
Love lies bleeding in my hands
I wonder if those changes
Have left a scar on you,
Like all the burning hoops of fire
That you and i passed through.
You're bluebird on a telegraph line
I hope you're happy now,
Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl
You'll make it back somehow.
