Paper roses are a mystery to me.
Come in colors that you don't see naturally.
At least a thousand so it seems.
Tan and blue and beige and green.
Strange, they open if you touch one of their leaves.
And if you cry the colors run as your soul bleeds.
They seem to know just how you feel.
Please tell Buddy love is real.
If I were sick beyond belief,
Would you want me back then?
Heard what you said, what you said
To me, my heart is black
Cause you said what you said to me.
When the day comes that I succumb to disease,
I hope it takes me in the darkness of my sleep.
So to wake me from the dream.
Would you come and comfort me?
If I were sick beyond belief,
Would you want me back then?
Heard what you said, what you said
To me. My heart is black
Cause you said what you said to me.