Besedila: Alannah Myles. Arival. Yellow Rose.
Hopelessly watching and waiting
To see if my lover has turned to walk away
Opening slowly I sit by the water, I'm broken
There's nothing left to say
Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
The gentle thud of unrequited love
Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The rose of recognition
Or the yellow rose of unrequited love
Here in the aftermath, hopes crashed asunder
I wonder, can I camouflage my sadness?
Begging forgiveness, I don't understand love
How could I not notice my madness?
Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
The yellow rose of unrequited love
Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The rose of recognition
Or the yellow rose of unrequited love
Holding my head up to fight off their glances
I shifted and picked up my coat and my glasses
Boldly I stood up to everyone's weakness
I've lifted my spirits but still I am sleepless
Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
The yellow rose of unrequited love
Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The rose of recognition
Or the yellow rose of unrequited love
What must I have been thinking of?
To see if my lover has turned to walk away
Opening slowly I sit by the water, I'm broken
There's nothing left to say
Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
The gentle thud of unrequited love
Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The rose of recognition
Or the yellow rose of unrequited love
Here in the aftermath, hopes crashed asunder
I wonder, can I camouflage my sadness?
Begging forgiveness, I don't understand love
How could I not notice my madness?
Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
The yellow rose of unrequited love
Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The rose of recognition
Or the yellow rose of unrequited love
Holding my head up to fight off their glances
I shifted and picked up my coat and my glasses
Boldly I stood up to everyone's weakness
I've lifted my spirits but still I am sleepless
Red, red roses, all but one yellow bud
The yellow rose of unrequited love
Am I protected by this thorn in my heart?
What must I have been thinking of?
The rose of recognition
Or the yellow rose of unrequited love
What must I have been thinking of?
Myles, Alannah
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