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,
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