Alannah Myles

December 4, 1996 A. Myles/D. Wild
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 roses 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