White Roses - Flyte, The Staves

Pack up the sun

And sweep away the stars

And hang a veil over the moon

The cars are parked

The bells are ringing out

Just never thought you’d leave so soon

But those white roses

Are growing round the houses

That you buried under the arches all your life

Will you beg my forgiveness?

Will you be my only witness?

To this bird in flight

Over those white, white roses

Those white, white roses

I prayed for you

When no-one was listening

I helped you blow your candles out

Good afternoon

Good evening and good night

I didn’t want this day to end

But those white roses

Are growing around the houses

That you buried under the arches all your life

Will you beg my forgiveness?

Will you be my only witness?

To this bird in flight

Over those white, white roses

Those white, white roses