Jets To Brazil

I've Got All The Words...
Rose, can I come down for a drink? It's happened again I've got a story I'm sure will end poorly I'll begin at the end Rose, you must know I couldn't find the words That it takes to say "stay" Now she's gone away Rose, can I come down to your garden? I can only wilt flowers Bring me your shovel There's a heart to be buried And a body as well Your letters are tied with a strand of your hair In a breast pocket safe, they keep talking Now I wake up alone With my eyes to the floor And I see you at my night Well and weeping once more Rose, can I come down to your rose bed? To lay in your thorns SongtexteKnow I meant it, so must be buried I will not be mourned Rose, you must know I felt more than I said Now I've got all the words And no one Now the hole has been dug And I'm down on my knees Rain make us mud Spring with bloomer's one Aus Songtexte Mania