Every September
Her blue eyes, they lose a little of their light
I see the white roses
They're right there on the table, right on time
Just before fall comes around
I hear the sound of
Two people talking
Without any words
Holding each other
Even though it hurts
What holds this home together
I don't know
But I suppose it's the love behind
The white roses
He's the rock that
Keeps her on solid ground
But this kind of heartache could've taken anyone down
But when fall comes around
I hear the sound of
Two people talking
Without any words
Holding each other
Even though it hurts
What holds this home together
I don't know
But I suppose it's the love behind
The white roses
I can't imagine how they could make it through so young
You lost a brother and they lost their firstborn son
What holds this home together
Now I know it's the love behind
The white roses
