Dead Roses and Wine

Last night I dreamt that I held you in my arms
And we danced by the light of the moon
And your hair smelled of roses and your body was warm
And the band played our favourite tune
But then when I awoke
It seemed that everything broke
As I remembered the day
That the whole world had turned grey

So I’ll visit your grave with dead roses and wine
Roses and wine
Dead roses and wine
And we’ll dance once again where the moon blossoms shine
And I’ll water the weeds with my tears
With my tears
I’ll water the weeds with my tears

Now the house is so empty the beds always cold
And your coat gathers dust on the stand
And your journal still sits on the desk where you let it
All writ in your spidery hand
And the last thing you wrote said the garden was dying
And you’d cut back the vines but you never had time

So I’ll visit your grave with dead roses and wine
Roses and wine
Dead roses and wine
And we’ll dance once again where the moon blossoms shine
And I’ll water the weeds with my tears
With my tears
I’ll water the weeds with my tears

The books that you read are still there on the shelf
And the films you watched over and over again
And your black and white shoes
And you old battered hat
And your favourite rose blossom scent

They say silence is golden
But it’s also a curse
When it cuts through the room like a knife
And though absence was never a friend
Now it’s driving me mad with its sadness and grief

And though your spirit remains
It seems everything’s changed
And even the rain cannot wash it away

So I’ll visit your grave with dead roses and wine
Roses and wine
Dead roses and wine
And we’ll dance once again for the very last time
And I’ll water the weeds with my tears
With my tears
I’ll water the weeds with my tears