Dried Roses

Leave the bed unmade Draw the light green shade Start the microwave Dried roses Cradle, yeah, she does Lights the fire because Window frost, heat loss Dried roses Steep the black coffee Set the plates, pour the tea Three for her, three for me Dried roses Sleepily, she walks Gradually, she talks With the geese, she flocks Dried roses Afternoon, midnight Morning's what she likes Fly the broom, see the moon Dried roses Here I go, there I am All alone in the pan In the silence again Dried roses Half-dead, half-awake Make a pie, bake a cake Which road will you take? Dried roses Goodness her, goodness me Goodness eternity Out you go, in you be Dried roses So leave the bed unmade Draw the light green shade Start the microwave Dried roses Dried roses