The Days Of Roses - Musetta

I feel the symptoms of spring

feeling the scent of a flower

that spin around,

my senses on fire

Can you hear an ocean of sound

spending its strength upon the shore,

shall sleep no more

but light my desire.

Give me back my days of roses

but don’t forget that book that closes,

the wherefores and whys that led us here and now.

Oh delicious circle, it took me in

down the garden path and back out again,

hope that drove me down the wall,

screaming at my dreaming, 'don't let them fall'.

Give me back my days of roses

but don’t forget that book that closes,

the wherefores and whys that led us here and now