The English Roses Lyrics - Pretenders

Just before it rains 

The wind whips 'round the balcony 

And the sky closes on the English roses 

And she'll be pacin' 

'Round and 'round and 'round and 'round her room 

These storms always find here to remind her 

To the endless sky 

The pink over grey 

She looks for an answer 

But it's too late 

Maybe it's true 

Some things were just never meant to be 

Maybe not 

This is a story 

Fruit cut from the vine 

Forgot and left to rot 

Long before its time 

This is a story 

About the girl who lived next door 

Looking for someone to hold 

A wish made on a star 

Brought her here tonight 

At a courtyard she waits 

A thousand broken dates 

But she holds the hymnal 

Where so carefully pressed 

Is the English rose she laid to rest