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 I've 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 where my night
Will end weeping once more

Rose, can I come down to your rose bed?
To lay in your thorns
Know 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 we bloom as one