English Roses - David's Lyre

I’ll take my jacket off

Only if we’ll stay a while

Your mind was made up

Driving round to pass the time

All through my childhood

I walked these streets passed every day

For this place is changing

A shadow of what I would claim

I think about the gardens roamed

Amongst the English roses

there is stood is stood the place we own

Surrounded by the houses

They set it on fire

Don’t look back we’ll flee from this city

We’ll fight our desire

Don’t look back for fear that we’ll turn to salt

And I hear my hearts cry

To my head my hands my feet

Speaks of this city

This feast I find my table seat

They’ll find our absence

To empty chairs perverse our names

But this place is changing

A shadow of what I would claim

I think about the gardens roamed

Amongst the English roses

there is stood is stood the place we own

Surrounded by the houses

They set it on fire

Don’t look back we’ll flee from this city

We’ll fight our desire

Don’t look back for fear that we’ll turn to salt

They set it on fire

Don’t look back we’ll flee from this city

We’ll fight our desire

Don’t look back for fear that we’ll turn to salt