Teardrops on my guitar
With a pick in my hand...
Curtain rises, start the scene
Are you ready for the show...
Although it hurts me
Although it makes me die...
This is no tragedy of little tears
My heart is still...
Round and round
my head swirls...
A needle in the arm
now your dead...
What was once a beautiful, enduring love
Is now only ashes fluttering in the breeze...
It is raining down pain
Thunder storms of sorrow...
I still recall the summer nights,
the quiet sigh of swaying trees...
She's a burst of luminous colors; eyes always...
Always has her head up high, as she walks through...
A part of me missing
the cheek, I'd never be kissing...
Parading around
With your white rose...